pedestrian song

Fade coast and disappearing edge,
Where else was vakarrīt.
Today, his final journey
I can not see anymore.

Blazing the moon climbed high,
Endless road opens.
The spirit of his own thirst for power,
Insatiable sipping.

Faltering step, touch the ground,
Brien terrible deep stream.
It takes a night and at dawn,
New winds over the running

Shaking hands cover her face -
Dark heart feelings of terror.
Where am I going? Where am I going?
- Creating a road, come off.

Bitter joy

I see no good nor evil -
Sadness, face persecution.

What all of the shoulder

We are so pleased to laugh?

Talavas winder

To Talavas thick coniferous forests
Night gray covered with sheets.
Over the quiet tree ends
Jodi and the nightmare rides.

Miervaldis lying in his palace,
Lying in his crowd,
Vaidelaiši sleeping guards and,
And marks the wise interpreter.

So the higher end of the firs
Watch winder,
This is a spy for the enemy
Near and far away.

Here, as in dreams it seems
Steps secretly that cab,
The lances pašķindētu,
That horse hooves klab.

And noise rising around the tree,
Arrow up and running,
And sharp teeth ax
Spruce Stumbure crawling.

\"Come horn! Climb to the ground! Be quiet!
Saving your own life!
We algosim you with gold,
With dignity, with freedom! \"

\"My gold is my people,
My honor is his honor,
That ravaged scourge him,
To hell to pull the iodine! \"

And bugler blows with a force
The tree tops shaking,
And downstairs you hear curses,
And arrows spindz and SiC.

Torch red glow of fire,
Starts to rain cut to cut,
Shaking, rocking stately tree
And brākšķ, and falls, and falls.

And feeding taurētāja
spears and axes digested -
But the trumpets sound the Castle
Of sleep Miervaldis built.

And he and his regiments
The fight leg AUN
And swordtail towards fucking,
Zen stiegnājā them and shame.

But the victory jubilee celebrations
Girls crowns pin
Character and good old mother
Snow-white cloths tin.

Place it at the stake shall be made in
Of oak Pazar,
And the bride flowers are shedding their
And amber pieces.

And while savaidītās flame
A young man brings to the gods,
Sings the praises of men,
Zelio crying girls.

Midsummer!

There\'s water viz, there\'s a boat is traveling,
There\'s girls happy midsummer,
There, the boys brought aires article
And laugh, and rejoice: St. John\'s Day!

Leaning against the railing on the shore,
I lift my hat: St. John\'s Day!
Goodbye, my youth,
good-bye, ardieviņu Ligo!

unexpected evening

Already the sun fly to debessmalu,
Go rush to the end of the week.
How much longer, had a Monday morning,
And, alas the day, how little has been done!
I wanted to eat a large, wide Druvu
And it is not quite did not manage to corner!
I wanted the room to put large, bright windows,
Around the lush gardens aptaisīt fences,
I wanted to set the bellows claw
And then the fun neighbors good snack to eat.
But was hampered by the heat and rain, and this and that,
Also not so long naps,
Should not have been so long naps -
Thoughts at the most have been discarded.
But nothing is missed by pity,
Yeast, clouds rose begins to glow and plaucin,
Already ringer in the tower went up, as soon as
This holy evening herald.
Another stundiņa time until nightfall - maybe
Maybe something else will be able to rush and get.

As soon!

On the way swayed flower branch.
I stand, and variegated row
In the distance running: former kāznieku swarm
Bell chanting, šķinda.

And before I thought had long
Noise and Dzirnieku a stately;
And before I think the branch had
Fallen flowers white.

And I feel weird Baig
Soul walked over.
As soon contumely cry sounds
Silence rode as fast!

skyward swell in a quiet pine,
Over the golden evening they\'re doing.
The sun sinking into the sea dzeltengudra,
And false steps into gait.

And, waiting gently piekļaudamās,
With hot puff my dear. . .
Not raise your hands, not the words to speak -
Rehn evening die, and stars zvīļo.