You will remain standing during the summer,
Flowering meadow below the knees.
I just paid eyelid
And hid in the autumn mist. Saturiņicīts>
And when you left, I quietly shadow pieglaudīsies,
And the touch of a cold will be very -
Your handshake freezes in my hand,
Pain and nipping on the ice becomes solid. Saturiņicīts>
Your eyes look gentle and warm
For distant stars shine will go.
Never again would not come near me in the eyes of vērties,
Dim light at night over the spleen. Saturiņicīts>
Time stopped.
Everything became distant as Month,
In the window, pale - there\'s frost in their banks.
There will be a handy jāsastingst who will be affected by frost. Saturiņicīts>
income.
Along your way
let\'s go ...
And the song of eternal life and death
the land of your lips softly singing. Saturiņicīts>
indifferently swinging
watch bob
beam
the same
end. Saturiņicīts>
Well, the native land hushaby dusot,
You zemesmāte glauž cheek,
Where brown thread root
Through a loose hammock AUZ. Saturiņicīts>
There fell one page at infinity,
And your day went to look for it.
Another moment burned debesmala pink,
Then disappeared as if neatskārsta. Saturiņicīts>
has stopped the race. There is a whirlwind of Rimi.
So lonely memory crumbs roam.
An unusual fatigue chest I was born,
And as the days ditches meadowsweet wilt. Saturiņicīts>
We all come from the ground.
There we start and end.
There subside spoonfuls of happiness
Eternal mindless haste. Saturiņicīts>
Why such a long day today
Standing in my way as a black wall?
As sadness creep over the tops of the birch.
Even the sun through cloud gaps
With cruelty staring through the windows.
How many a long day. What frightened silence,
As the heart pushes ominous emptiness ...
Everything stopped, extinct - was ...
Oh, you still do not know. But the death of black Vedas
How hard Salta tālēm darkness sweeps,
To the fragile flower of happiness felled scars
When the summer over the landscapes of flowers is called joy. Saturiņicīts>
the way I came into the black shadow of death,
But the mind still nepierod to the realization
That dear child never to return will not come,
That affect my soft hands.
Which would delay the severity of my shoulders?
Who will be able to quench the pain in my heart?
Only silence around, silence - mourning greeting.
Cries the soul, but is unable to awaken. Saturiņicīts>
I did cry, because tears does not work,
They can not withdraw anymore, that eternity is given,
But the loss is usually unnecessary - not deserved,
It pushes the most - as a disgrace or punishment. Saturiņicīts>
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