are returned all just been given.
Have checked out everything that had just taken.

from your lap, the native land, came
I am in your lap again going to have to sink.
I\'m your air inhalation, said
I, your exhaled air, peacefully.

When the screen view of a lifetime veil of darkness,
When the crowns over my grave Sligo
To everyone knows - I all my life
You, the father land, I was faithful.

Pil stearin life to the fate of the knife handles.
The new spark plug, it does not freeze anymore.

stretch opposite arm and left a vacuum of weightlessness,
confused for a moment
and hard along the side falls.
Watch what my life has been lost gear or hooked -
empty space in the opposite
broken off as wattle vid.

Nošvīkst wings along vieglītēm eyes and touches the heart.
You can not go and lose,
those dependent on us in the memory sets.
Can not be gone by feel, sight and hearing,
who sought and found,
and nurse, and izgavilēts.
Land may be taken for the flesh, but the land of the spirit do not have power ...

and fluffy white flakes are falling ...
As the souls that come and go away.
Oh, by the eternal winds neizkaisiet!
So had a late morning. So early the sun set.

Pain sveļas, iron.
Svels still rampant tomorrow.
Severe shovels are rising.
Severe land fall.

Pain, pain, burning!
Pain, pain, yellow!
Land, his son
Once again, the sun cel

his life
world in glaciers skate.
Seconds, hours, and years
the scales of eternity
falls.

Another Life,
over which the
eternal wind blowing either.
Another flake
Dzisušo life
Storm.

man dies.
And sparing of words only -
life in grave reflection plate KAIST.

Flowers wither,
put in the grave.
Dries the tears,
and friends rimst pain.
All of us
Hāronu decided to meet.

are enduring your life work
As Coast amber sand.

Souls candle blowing
Acutely winds from all directions.
Plandiens - and extinguishes life.
Around the silence of eternity.

nedzisis dream still lives in the soul,
Unfolding as it plowed shovel,
But time has passed when the wreaths festoon -
Fall leaves, fall apples, chestnuts fall
And painful to lie on the ground.

Pusarts remain in the proposed field.
Side of the furrow plow coulter Rus.
Thunder divide my oaks,
Likteņcirvis - my husbands family.

We will be there
to go away -
and travel time
rather short
only a few thousand
jump west
and sun glare
the sky.

not delayed
coming hither,
not, walk away,
hurry -
the bees
life combs vākot
we devote
a short time God.

Every ear of mature,
to mow;
to become the ears,
sprouts germinate -
oh, leave
even one grain
behind him,
before the scythe švīkst.

long Woodpecker Kal,
Is there called it a lovely voice?
Just thought you and sing:
Brush apple white flowers.