sad elsu night garden.
There is crying for your green life
What dead and broken branch. Saturiņicīts>
When the first big rain descends
after your retirement,
white wash away this jet
your feet from the ground
However, because something paliksies
after you living in the meadow -
or flower bent or gray,
or your song in the meadow. Saturiņicīts>
Pines course today
sad as usual rustles,
and calmer, tired of the way,
coast are rising wave of white.
Come autumn, and storm
will propel the bank of amber,
so you no longer neatnāksi
smiling to pick up.
by leaving left us,
Long, long in the hearts
live in the radiation. Saturiņicīts>
the autumn, the rain hitting the window,
And the apples are falling without you ...
You continue to live
with drops of his blood,
which is now flowing through my heart, -
Nightingales with their dreams,
neapklust sing in me. Saturiņicīts>
frosty this morning -
Hey, the winds walk,
And vanished somewhere
Father\'s voice. Saturiņicīts>
ever-changing life and death -
flower blossoms, wrought breaks off a tree.
And I see -
Cemetery extends across the rainbow circle
life shines new color scenes. Saturiņicīts>
. . Morning comes, and other fiery and sonorous,
but my morning darkness of life cover. Saturiņicīts>
black bird\'s wing on the window glaužas darkness -
This fall victim to the face, where not even the stars do not. Saturiņicīts>
next year no longer nesalapos,
And the only strain for some time sad.
Flowing river Daugava. The sun is shining. Storm darken.
During my days slowly washed away.
But the waves are saddened and happy, and chickens,
Because infinite is the natural progression of life. Saturiņicīts>
zaiem fall
All pink flames,
My ground fog TIS,
Will remain the only - song. . Saturiņicīts>
... my black hour!
If you come here,
then we already have had to meet
it\'s already decided the fate of ...
unimportant
By dropping off,
All airy,
All momentary and unworthily
remains the essence. Saturiņicīts>
Our time is so short -
Life winds rustles around and over.
Who knows the moment
When the lekteņa voice? Saturiņicīts>
blue horizon
dribble out once more ...
What was once,
It will never cease.
This spring ...
It brūkleņzieds ...
The man ...
that rustled
meadowsweet and Spilves,
is taken away. Saturiņicīts>
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