Night

My thoughts dives at night
As detailed in the waves of the lake
Through the reeds, leaves and sweet flag,
Over the river sand and Ole,
Shore-
Silence and rest.

You iemirkušie light,
What hide the day
We breath the same
Nesastapties.

You light slips through your fingers
Close our eyelids
Break the hair in the wind
The pain in spicy spiers,

What splits without fear
Living soul through the
As the apple-juicy, sweet.

I dives into the night-
As the warm water and deep-
There is silence.

Are the hours and days,
When the air is so quiet.
When the light so clear
And the wind is so slow,
That words and laughter can be heard
From the shadows of the grave until tomorrow
Bright dawn.

Confronting the thoughts and words
Prices must-distant clouds
We as a bizarre game
What mighty hand
Wind swing low.

All slides and play a strange-
What mighty hand
Fictional strange game.

The night
Sea of ​​burning fire
And the sun on his face
Sank into the rain.

Vain, in vain you close your eyes,
Engine Looking for his shadow
Under the tree comes into play.
Sooner or later
Your life is found you
Under the old lie,
Under close its eyelids
Late in my dreams.
There is nothing to hide. -

White Morning

It is odd morning-
You wake up, and all the meadows are white,
Sea is white,
white is the sky, land and forests.

There is no longer the old oak,
not trees lean-
all the result of a quiet, long and white
and no longer face any.

Lucky does not know or love him or not.

Nothing in the world is not as unstable as what became known as the public opinion.

road to heaven is to sweep the tears and blood, filled up with debris and corpses, fanaticism is congested.

Who speaks, it is sown, to listen, it collects harvest.

kept silence at the thought.

We always collect when you remain silent about it, which is set to speak.

not see any means very little to love yourself.

Indecision is more dangerous than excessive decisiveness.

concede if necessary
Not necessarily be a coward.

Forgive your enemies, but never on the nepiemirstiet.

can kill it, who told the truth, but can not kill the truth neither own nor those who have heard it.