Pray, pray you, whose soul
Light live,
To my hour of my fall
The peace of God and the fatherland sand. Saturiņicīts>
posos to visit you,
Well they come too late,
You aizsaukts other villages,
Of which nepārnāk. Saturiņicīts>
autumn flower
Another song sounds the bees
What you do not tell
And what would you say to me. Saturiņicīts>
I have to put your lips closed,
Nemodina, do not touch
Them with your hot breath.
Only three short dream,
One word of love
Give, not love itself. Saturiņicīts>
I am pleased thee of green products,
To just see the love in your eyes,
When all the other death shield cover. Saturiņicīts>
. . go carefully!
Maybe this place
Straight ze feet
Lying beneath the roses in the snow. Saturiņicīts>
We have grave narrow bed,
We are at peace dusēsim
Under love Laura. Saturiņicīts>
Under the high trees
Have a good shower
And aizistība,
Free woman and the air
For the breeze to get up,
For three light
Over spoguļdzīti,
Where walking beam. Saturiņicīts>
And when the last round wick
Already flickered pale glow,
One song rose up against the night -
It had my mother\'s voice. Saturiņicīts>
Cemetery nightingale,
Who did you sing here?
Quiet is the edge
Closed soul. Saturiņicīts>
Go thou, but his works
Lived for many years will.
Bright moments, moments of harsh
Name your memory of us will.
End of the day, rushing to a chair,
Lifetime pink sun set.
Life in the short trail ends
Sands, where the rest go. Saturiņicīts>
Is it really morning sun
you no longer neuzlēks,
Is it really bright eyes
sand will be closed forever?
Sand, hollow dunēdamas,
pouring and sabirst heart ...
Land, land, native land,
hear our grief. Saturiņicīts>
Rough hands spinning a fine yarn
Each Dzīpariņš - breast stroke.
You gloves were just as easy,
How many had a hard life and a cool story.
Intruded curbs wool,
Interruption in your life thread ...
pouring white winter roads,
sabirst baltbaltās sleigh tracks,
Rails is lost, leading foot,
leads me to the graveyard pine. Saturiņicīts>
. . day, which is very light dawned,
Soon the dark of a black bird of the Vedas,
In the black birds fly with grief. Saturiņicīts>
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