Tramp dream
You breath deep and subtle,
If the existing stroller without sleep at night
To the misery of his soul,
World of joy
And svaidīgas life
Bright rapids.
Shower you a deep and subtle,
If you have a dream stroller.

Conversation
- Hide your face unbeliever smin
And gather our hearts through the deck.
Around you wily crowd be replaced -
With vieklu game and letting them go!
- I stand naked loudly yards.

- Say the words and false fear gaaismas.
What your krēsals gausmā day brings.
To klusmus eternal tranquil light yet secured
Sad face and see banned.
- I am uneasy peace, calm and screaming.

- To burn out the soul as dry particles,
You doubt your passion buried.
For each flame cool ashes plok -
Crude hurry yourself mitigate and cheat!
- I want to live every pink cat. -

- Take what you give, but give yourself bīsteis,
Maybe you over evil laughter rain.
Maybe you leave before the dawn dzīs
With shame and with icy hatred.
- Take my soul and drink it. . .

Mother
There is only one death for me,
You are two.
On the shore of the stream bank of sounds,
We stand at the edge of two.
You have to suffer the death of his
And I leave - from the current wave of wave sounds,
There she remains Kratsa -
Mother to me.

Large and quiet will be a river,
What we aizšūpos want
When no longer nesteigsimies
God adventurous ways.

Quiet and good will rock,
Gently caress the cheek,
Once pametīsim
Deck of the valley terrible.

Deep breath and light will be
Eternity volatile Vej -
Nolieksim, head to
Nenokavējam this moment.

solace
Wind from the snowy mountains
Friendly noglauž you face,
What you\'re out of this

Faith
You say - this shrub bears no fruit,
The source of bone-dry dry
I believe - bush bloom in winter
And source of drinking will.

You say - those words are a lie
This face of evil and deceit.
I feel - the bass wave
These eyelids warm flush.

You say - that tree roots along the
Odžu swarming nest of grim.
For free - the green branches
Gentle flowing currents of life.

Winter
The darkness did not disappoint me,
Since my neizbiedēs.
Beneath my palms forest land,
Under mnaiem steps Ice Dils,
And a sick heart heal.

These shadows me nenomāks,
It does not make too weak.
The rivers of warm mist will increase,
Bald twig the sun will be thirsty again,
Where ever I went to the Spirit.

These doubts my neuzveiks,
They tarnished heart.
By faith and the light will take
The silence unprofessed -
So listen and hear!

Case
Rain falls on the eyes and hands
Fall into long without.
I get the hall and land -
Less severe.
Where my roof, where\'s home?

Cree bags and things I heart
Naked, full of thorns twig, my hand.
Wind Mnai to the ground circuit.
I pieplaku heavy sand,
And darkness, the grass and the wind -
We become as one.
We become like an eternity ring
A sinister twist.

idea
Have I died? Can I live?
Maybe that\'s all just a dream difficult.
Maybe behind the fog norasotas pane
I am already waiting for another day free.

Maybe this life, fierce and intense,
As bee drones past maldidāmas
And an insatiable thirst for power of suc
Lēnēm of me as a diva of the flower.

Maybe I dreamed that šeitan am
I feel that hatred mīlstīb

Peace
Under the green trees
Falls deep light -
Tranquil Radiance Solar
Page through the deck.

Where is the TAV anxiety,
Where your pain? -
- Go across the choppy
And closed his eyes.

Under the old Kook
It is a cool shower -
NIRMA sun room,
Households suave page.

Under the old trees
Make your own sorrow,
Tek detailed Ant
With a difficult burden.

Falls deep light
Page through the stars,
Falling green light
With a calm peace -

Go Better coverage, Better coverage. . .

naps
I am a sweet singing bird
As far as my old gasmu,
What deep in a dream to me.
Having his silence
To cross to bear?

Everything, everything is just evanescent veil -
This life and death in the burning terror.
I have a single light
What stays on us.
Well, I grūi will suffer
Consequently, I will become as eszers deep and quiet,
Who over the moon serene splendor lying.

idea
Aizmiedzies lying deep in a forest in silence.
Another morning is far away. Far more is morning.
A bird lying. Dus bird was hiding in the branches,
And then on the wings of a strange brilliance of faith.
And soon it will be morning. . .
I closed my eyes and be heard - wake up,
Soon the birds wake up, soon it will rise wings,
What will happen?
What will happen to me
At this moment, God?

Touches
He tilted his head stroked it quickly,
Full dark shadow, dark make-up itself,
And atraudams hand, he knew - it was
As night uzziedējis thorny rose bush.

But to that of the clear eyes looked up to him
This seemed to caress tikviegls and so unexpected,
As if it would be affected, carrying a sad news
For a moment the bird\'s bright wing Gyrd silk.

I shake off the dust of your feet,
I do not remember anything.
You showed me a new day -
I accept it.

I shake off the dust of your feet
And you starter.
What doubt looking for a long time -
It\'s you.

Radiance
Or death and life at sea
Unconsolidated shore sagrīļojas?
Burgau night, deep in the dark
Lile noplaiksnījās brilliance.

Well, God and heaven in terms of
Do I have decided to live or die,
I know that their inability to
Breath from your no longer be separated.