Poems

mašīnizpūtēji air mixing,
And the engine head is confusing,
There is a pile of pollution,
And trees can not eject the first stand

Once the green youth, hope flourished
Then the hot blood had, it was time to light
And the whole world so colorful, so nice!
And the future bright as the sun\'s face.

Time passed, hopes were lost in the smoke
All died in the past had a beautiful, who had a holy,
Once upon a divine images so pale, so gloomy,
Didzis and nothing is to be sown in faith.

And now I despise the world of things
Because I see that everything just nightmares and cake.
Against happiness, against misfortune breasts are hard,
I just do not care, or grief or joy.

Even when my heart stops,
I atlidošu to you
How pieneņpūka. .
How fragile snowflake kritīšu
Your walking in the footsteps of
To say only what
That was worth loving

I look candle flame,
And remember the times
When we were together,
When buciņš each other doses.
So nice it was though!
Warmed himself one another,
Cuddling each other,
As will feel it again.

I think about you
I think for us,
But I know one
You nepieteiksies the
I mean, I know - there is nothing between us can no longer be. . ,
And never will.

listen
Gives an unusual voice,
Take any advice,
But ruled itself!

If you understand how I feel
You know what to do
You try to understand what is happening
But you do not know how to
You do not try to understand what is going on
Why do. .

It\'s nice to know it
When somebody loves you
and when you love someone,
But the love you have in any case
can prick a dagger in the back,
Therefore neielaidies it!

is a dark, dark night.
Bed bug crawling along the wall.
And I with slippers - plaktc,
Nava and more bug.

While on a black goat on horseback,
However, you never leave,
And when the flowers, river banks,
Apskaušu the calf\'s tail.

Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
The police come
All children in prison
Potatoes are roasting!

my hand writes,
But I do not know for what,
But my heart says quietly -
For long memories.

is no laughing matter for others to whom life is difficult,
No laughing matter, with a broken heart in pain.
Be like the sun, which warms and caresses,
Well as the flowers that mud is a myth.

Snow White once lived who had an appetite for Christmas, quietly, quietly eaten all gnomes!

bare breasts
Standing under the gnome home panes
Head hurt and sick feeling:
\"What do I put this cards pārdzert?\"