cīruļdziesma goes off on me,
Flowering apple and cherry branch.
Day goes off, goes off the sun the sun flame,
And the darkness of my spirit encounters.
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wind blowing from the sea.
Gold is the wind all my life.
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but quietly go and get you in the other stands
Birs your early life heavy gold -
Birs night kisses,
BIRS stars with piles -
BIRS and pain, and your life will not be futile.
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as strings sounded in the absence of you are,
Before the sun rises. But first glow glow
As brightly as the severity of the month, you,
In the light wings now slipping away.
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To the West of the river glides so beautifully,
And stars as a sanctuary chandelier shines,
As a pilgrim, my soul kept going,
Getting in prayer daily and monotonous set.
And a black book pages have separated,
Erase me from the writings of the CISA, which is alive,
To become of his life forever, I free.
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cranes Go away until another spring,
Lost somewhere in the dark loving eyes exceeded,
Lost track of my life for you and the crowd of birds, -
Do you still will see the re-RAS ointments?
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long apvārkšņiem,
I used to go and stay with them.
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mourning ball, open šķetinies,
Night here, my sun has set,
My life in battle retinies,
To calm I can go rest.
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When the last time a white road
I go and tell the story of my steps
And when I will have already passed away at veļiem,
I still garden flowers by the roadside.
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All that was unprecedented and,
Life as a tower was built and Gruv -
Cloud sun neizlijis -
Everything will be beautiful once become.
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Under green trees in the evening
I talked to sunset,
Under the green trees in the evening
I found his place in life ...
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Gaist everything - life, pain, even love - all
Gaist glittering dew, where our steps slija,
Gaist snow and clouds, but negaist sky,
And negaist sun, which we had before.
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What course of life at the same time tough and nice!
How many storms there and warm sun Goze!
Had a gray spring zeltots autumn field
Where once had as thorns,
There will be a once rose among thorns.
Only the sky windows spigot
Again, a lot of stars, without number,
And now into my ride,
For through the infinite space
I see the way I tip.
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my homeland Silos winds sing
Another sad song, and gray,
My homeland Silos sun flower
With severe and golden flame.
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I\'ll be th shadows of the birches throw
On a hill over the river down
Tais pages of the first frost in distress
With his long ceased, poetry.
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