you, son, weep
About tētiņa retirement,
Every tomorrow \'dew crying
For all pedestrians.
Do not tell your sorrow -
I will not hear anymore,
Closed windows and closed the door,
There is no room. Saturiņicīts>
as snow ...
the spruce green, fringed branches lying,
and the white winds quiet edge of the forest stands,
because they are not allowed to awaken you today,
standing in white lines through corners, because they do not have the lead,
and the floor boards in a quiet, because there is no over-reaching to go ...
Then, when everything will shout and when the echo subsided,
Summer Night cool mist will increase eye
And as sparklers sparks stars litter -
Heart at the time no longer rustling, not wet. Saturiņicīts>
You may not claim weakness,
How you do not believe in the faith,
This is your span span,
It can not go another.
Not at all outrageous allocation for
Among the \"live\" and the \"die\",
If you are sown field
And love to hear. Saturiņicīts>
But now I\'m staying
Frost
On the grass, on which the go,
The door, which you ver,
On thy forehead,
Where can barely visible pulses
Blue your childhood,
Pink thy youth
And your blue evening. Saturiņicīts>
My white mother and a peaceful,
Soon frost one flower here,
I\'ll take it and you will bear
Also, if the way it will melt. Saturiņicīts>
Likteņpulksteņi sit -
And my walking time is here. Saturiņicīts>
quiet!
Just as quiet as death,
What has struck us.
As quiet
How\'s life,
What is half-way stiffened.
This is not the final moment of silence ...
We have eternity.
And just next divorce wound
We will say,
How was this brief eternity. Saturiņicīts>
Earth, you have today one more traveler.
But - to stay.
As the scent of jasmine
The interior of the human soul
Through a slit
And stay forever. Saturiņicīts>
. . mountain ash and burning all the shows the way
nn each have a completely leave. Saturiņicīts>
lights burned
known by the ashes,
dried river -
the sand,
people know
after death. Saturiņicīts>
small birds sapēdotu snow
Run a small, tired oak leaf.
To sleep.
All roads lead to sleep.
And all roads leads over the grave -
your way, my way
pieminošās and candle light path. Saturiņicīts>
you will die
all former, current, next
love.
And the earth will stop
the heart.
This silence, which stand over
as an old folk song may be.
This silence, which only death ...
Maybe it is not necessary.
It takes a coal-black night,
aizkvēl mornings coal glow,
go musicians staltumā spruce,
falling down the white musicians bird-cherry
And I tell you,
no more flowering
of human
blooms. Saturiņicīts>
To us life is tall
cherry scent gives
White, white, white
aizsmaržot ever.
The mountain will go up,
will run down to the source,
their locations are
neapmainīsies.
Where to put hot bread
I bring to you, Mother,
because you are quiet departure
sad wagons?
In the distant, distant village
of our tears,
where no winter
and not during the summer. Saturiņicīts>
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