dead, lying in the sea of ​​sand,
Weep it up, it goes tribal tribes.
Deaths from old ties free
Across the cemetery begins a new life.
They are the tears of sand sedzat,
New faces in the middle you see.

between two eternities, the two nights mild
It is the beginning and end of the earth child walk.
Its the one he left the womb at birth,
It will meet the other two laipnas sisters -
There are two eternal, there are two laipnas sisters -
Among them - the atrocious living color.
It was nurturing one, the other - pity
And anxious heart will give what I want.

With wings like an angel pārslotu affect me,
Top of the star and the choir can be heard.

thine crown all,
Dzīšu sad or difficult,
How tired bull Sail dusty feet -
That will lift your eyes, my friend,
What you will be called back from a distance
The gray mountain home?

You see, I\'m going with you
You pale hand to press
And up thine suffer as starch you with me.
But all the gates hard.
DUS aizkusuši knell,
Piles of crosses erected.

Both shadows aizkaltusi few pages
And a few hiding in the shadow dust -
Oh, the life aizauž spiders -
But in the middle nevītusi shines
White Rose - your heart.
Jasmine daudzstarains branches.

to sing with the sound?
Heart no friend left.
Salt, a cold wind names.
Villainīte pielijusi.

behind this living green shore
Black River rocks are lost.
Burden of pain in her sink,
She leads where Trud.

Going out of my main stars,
My white mountain roads.
Dry mist, tumble late,
I was carried away into oblivion.

life of the Latvian blue mountains,
Ever there is no peace beneath the Latvian birch,
Ever the clarion cry of the Latvian mountains.

My Song, sneak silently,
As the flower rain dew.
My song, wilt softly
As the piles of grass to wilt.

Dziest spark,
Below the branches grow dark,
And in the quiet woods
A saddened heart.

gureniem steps on the mountain
I am stepping down to dim.
Skid Salta my chest shadows
And three tears to the face.

izbridīšu through the mist
I drug shoes presented in a BIRS
I\'ll stay, I nezudīšu
disappear like mist as the dew is loosening

its leaves, its leaves to take the wind
flying an orphan bent trees
remain calm so the infinite
how long are endless

When I no longer have
Claes years and my face,
Above the ground, a jazz play
And flower children upstairs dance

when I will no longer be
Words cry glow windows
And above the roofs of carmine
Light up my hands.

When I no longer have
My blood drains guldzēs
And again a new spring
Pulse of the city\'s streets.