my eyes closed in a white sand.
You will stay amber, soft and warm.
Through it in the sun by opened,
if ever there was an evil day SMIE.

What is a dream come
someone away in a hurry,
everything ever in a hurry,
everything once begun,
everything - ever come to an end.

And if there is not anything dzrīt.
Only then,
the sad face endowed,
then remember that the thistles
has been
flowering time.

you no more than -
so people will say
and bird cry,
diedams over the grave.
It whispers of the wind,
You miss skriedams.
And gray beginning there after thee field
salt in your sweat drunk.

You no more than -
the people in pictures
and tear from the cheek-cake,
but my eyelids is dry -
not true
that thee not.

When spring snow irdinās,
You atzelsi.
With grass green eyes
You turn blue in the sky mirror
sasmaidīsies the sun,
cast sačukstēsies
and plauksi gently smelling flowers.

Over your shoulders klāsies moss heavy scarf,
What will be drawn zeltskarainām bent.
Its quiet whisper your name will be called. -
It is not true, grandmother, that you do not!

Kokle, white, good lute,
you silently, silently you?
Pale fingers Gyrd hand -
Kokle asleep.

What do you quietly, in a good lute?
Kokle asleep.
Across the warm autumn flowers
sound, light vibrates quietly ...

Everything, everything will disappear once.
Even the sand behind the ozolsienas
of the night over the rain.
to me over the rain.
And my rainy
white and my days
and burned candles
goes off.

I go -
quietly go away,
terminated, but unbroken
and its star ticošs.

Engine will ask to move your hands
mother of the usual cross winding -
hands rested,
only the white candle
flame sore shadow dies.

... but glowing star and KAIST,
until darkness falls.
You seek for the free again tomorrow:
all subject to the rhythm -
arise, to visit, go out -
come out of the darkness and the darkness to fall.

candles melt,
and dynamic RUS,
Candle sounds gentle,
and tears flowing from the candle,
of stayers cheek.

Comes a long night,
wilt of needles article
just love standing over time -
the silent grave the hill will come,
so worth darling face.

Will not necessarily provide
is white and pleasure -
between the friction trouble walking
and causes flakes infusible
to your silent face.

There is the sound,
Just quietly steps
And Drops of Rain Outside the Window
and cheeks
raining,
raining,
Sneak ...
. . But the river Freezes -
Anywhere in neaiztecēs,
single candle - white shadow-covered candles. .

yesterday was bare earth,
Fine drops of rain descended,
Yesterday meadow flower pots,
Spring villages called.
But the night quietly, quietly
White ZEIM come.

yesterday was blue sili
And you are noble dream castle
High labor stock,
Star TĀLES found to Emergency ...
You creep softly, softly
White winter came.

different days
different winds
Various hurry
but goes beyond one -
Lifetime.