Tramp

This hour behind you all-
You will no longer house nevārstīt dure.
Frosty wind suddenly pulled away from the windows
And deleted the fire.

Your life separated the top two parts:
Were either home-sky and roads.
By those still dreaming to roam your heart,
Twilight will come up against you like.

And yet you tremble atmozdamies,
-What lies in the heart like a hand?
-It is a serious and eternal shadow that goes
You have until the flowering tree.

Heroes

So they went off-
The man behind the man, probably his way.
So they went to death. -

So they went off-
The man behind the man, probably winning idea
That we might live.

Ten red raven


Ten red raven Kraucs new oak branches,
Ten owls glūn scourge of blindness in the eyes of hate,
-Where we are nurse-led
What say?

Ten red raven Kraucs accidents message
Over the sorrow-land, destruction of the mountain, down to the bone,
There\'s little sister took us,
Night shaded face.

Ten red ravens new oak branches and pseudo-
-How you die the death of the nation, long years of misery?

November fog


Your eyes are covered by sod layer
Your heart Latvian land-
Happy! Neither you no longer hear or see -
How about your sacrifice death
Surrey exile in the wilderness dog-
They are your brothers.

Happy! Your new life,
Your faith hot and safe and
Burned the victim\'s pure flame.
There was furious sword tip,
As for his brother\'s bare chest
Today, rising dirty hand.

Dusi-calm, Latvian soil
Keep your eye sight,
Keep your deaf heart
Another one battle. Happy

From all points of the compass severe winds are rising,
Black disappear field of view and a wet forest sobbed.
Coming off his brother, hatred has become a stranger,
And heart vērmeļainā bitterness over sveļas.
Where the voice of the light will be called?
Where the words of salvation?
There are only heath, naked, burnt the road
Morning and night without wai

Night


Where the voice of light called? Where the words of salvation?
This fool-bells pland flag next to the mast,
There\'s a lone-mother crying quotient of the burnt coast,
But here we stand, crowd-, bitter heart.
Oh, once at midnight Oh, listen, and hear:
Called him a bank,
Quietly called your name

the dark

There\'s an abandoned mother crying quotient of the burnt bank,
We-love vārdm heart is locked shut.
Where we go we will be destroying the sickle burden?
Overgrown path back to the path of such a forward-
There\'s no place to go. -

Revival

Do not hate us quite yet, not quite the laundry?
Sink into sweet land of blood and smoke.
Who live here, brother, you\'re harsh day ties,
When you seek back their way?
-Called him a shore,
Shame your name will be called. .

this side


Dienakts one of many,
Throughout the life of a little
To further once you redzēdu,
You land, now ravaged slum and debris,
The life that once gave me.

Lying in the sea between us,
Lying unfathomable harsh,
And the deep heart baigumā silent.
But I do not allow anxiety gruzdīgs
Not live, not die this side.

I Ai toward the day-
My thoughts, feelings and mind.
Dreadful night I hear-
His party called me one.

I walk toward the hour-
Everything else has come and gaist.
How sad I want to wind
His soul toward the placing.

I\'m going to get lost in the moment-
Lord, put me on a new born!
A single bank and the edge
Where can I come and peacefully.

I Ai toward the day-
My thoughts, feelings and mind.
Dreadful night I hear-
His party called me one.

I walk toward the hour-
Everything else has come and gaist.
How sad I want to wind
His soul toward the placing.

I\'m going to get lost in the moment-
Lord, put me on a new born!
A single bank and the edge
Where can I come and peacefully.

Your Heart


Evening, the Board of Directors, you will raugies heavy
From the large, deep, driving at night,
Your heart will be heard in each of my steps.

Despair, desolation heavy,
Hopelessness of the quotient of the burnt hill
Your heart will be able to see all of my work.

Infinity, we make the death,
And who lives in CBR to pull a short sleep, the mother-
My heart to quiet conversation.

Three Nights
All the same axis - the thought of cutting peaks,
All the same depth - that night and my vientulīgums.
There is only darkness and cry:
- Fear!
I have a fear.
Water and dry stone bitter -
My soul bread.
All the same axis -
Low-tilted head.
I blindly feel, and know:
Here is my path.
I know how monstrous reflection of their own -
These naked eye, thorns and ravines -
There\'s self-starter.

Stroke
We\'re going.
Joys,
sorrows, joys and sorrows.
Pleasures, sometimes laughing,
but go and go.
Friends coming - go to the enemies
while we love
soon have redundant
crying and semjam,
but all the time
going, going and going. . .
Cradles of life and Cemetery -
all go passed.
Often, where the laugh - cry,
where cry - laugh,
but again goes on and on we go. -

Let\'s go and go,
and finally
gurst heart, weary feet. -
Comes friends - comes foes,
either all the redundant
something move does not stop -
yet here we are not home.

We\'re going, going and going,
en seeing Gourde:
may remain at the edge. . .
This procession is over.

We\'re going, going and going. . .

aizsapņu
Theyâ Were long gone -
Gear wavy sand backs
Miss dessert AKACIS
Oase and dry,
Aizsapņu the land
All The Time klanīdami
tired head
badīgos dreams
dzeldīgās and Thirst-
Aizsapņu the ground.

Theyâ HAD gone this long-
sasarkušam eyes
And dream hide plakstienos Gourde,
laj only miss
The first moment,
When The horizontal pazibēs
Aizsapņu land
Distant lights. -