Let our years to bloom today
the petals, which thrives in the sun,
Allows scanning of my age today
the melody, which rustles in the heart.
Allows a dream today stars shine,
To-day they ran to you to interfere!

/ A Aare /

Behind youthful madness
More distant age peace
But they are worse in the middle years,
As the cheese stuck in his throat. . .
And among those misconceptions years
When the heart begins to ease press,
When will someone take care of,
When will the one to suffer. .

/ A Orris /

Nebēdz of life

Cut your face to the sun
And it will always turn to light,
Then go behind the shadows.
Go its own way of life
And think of the individuals available during
To smooth the shadows you.

The waking dreams of his
And longing for happiness island
You\'re nenokaunies;
And pity the fate of their own,
If dreams are just dreams -
But his soul opened.

The pine needle fine
And autumn of fine web
Scars soul will not sew shut;
If happiness blooming flowers sūriem
As a meadow at the edge of wormwood -
Or search other yet?

So nebēdz of life away
And get over the pain of scars,
Leaving behind the shadows.
And turning your face to the sun
The sun of my soul
You must take the same path. . .

/ Lelde Petraitis /