So calm, calm,
with black leaves
thrives in silence
his mother\'s grave. Saturiņicīts>
miķelīši and light ...
Mother, do not not look.
I do not know how your life.
I can not go back. Saturiņicīts>
Sura was my song ...
Where the song left?
Earth mother hid
beneath the green turf. Saturiņicīts>
Ticker moments away
With every drop of life.
Dissipate heat ņirbstošais caresses.
Fan out in thought,
And remain as
Shadow on the wall, footprint in sand,
Švīkstošais bird wing span ...
long swallows fly anymore.
Well peace.
For all peace ...
I will come, as come the birds nest in the native side of the wind.
As the white forest bird bush branches pakrēslī I Lieksa
And, by putting roots deep in the earth, pavērsīšu riekšu
Against the sun shine for those who love to tell your dreams
Come to me with the sheep and agleam wonderful zilgas,
To them as a snowdrift, I put in the hands of white pleasure. Saturiņicīts>
... Something had to remain a patchwork of life span,
What a fairy tale, a consolation
Remains unsaid words a miracle,
What each one of summer\'s goal. Saturiņicīts>
neatdošu heart, leave the land,
zilgi keep their forests,
a girl with a milk pail at the well
and savārpojis field, waiting for mowers. Saturiņicīts>
yourself long evening of weaving dreams,
And the forest shook wet birch bark.
Former late night and slumber,
So what blew the autumn leaves descended. Saturiņicīts>
When I will not anymore,
I was still in my life, color,
And not all of it will Decay. Saturiņicīts>
I shoot you, because it should be over,
What people called the life of pain.
And if anything even more faint heart tremble,
The land -
has to be mixed with the ground. Saturiņicīts>
with white clouds in the sky to enter
and meet birch hanging
the land so close to the approach,
the land from me
remove it off. Saturiņicīts>
I will return once with swans wing
or mākoņmalā\'ll be
where the miracle
where Baltiņš white
my field
is ingrained in my life. Saturiņicīts>
Hear, O earth, zemausīt -
why you take them in strong,
why your eyes with a warm fire glows,
sand arms receives?
you wings today milst grief -
and therefore we do not see you,
you today apmākta voice -
and therefore we do not hear you. Saturiņicīts>
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