. . Morning comes, and other fiery and sonorous,
but my morning darkness of life cover.

black bird\'s wing on the window glaužas darkness -
This fall victim to the face, where not even the stars do not.

next year no longer nesalapos,
And the only strain for some time sad.

Flowing river Daugava. The sun is shining. Storm darken.
During my days slowly washed away.
But the waves are saddened and happy, and chickens,
Because infinite is the natural progression of life.

zaiem fall
All pink flames,
My ground fog TIS,
Will remain the only - song. .

... my black hour!
If you come here,
then we already have had to meet
it\'s already decided the fate of ...

unimportant
By dropping off,
All airy,
All momentary and unworthily
remains the essence.

Our time is so short -
Life winds rustles around and over.
Who knows the moment
When the lekteņa voice?

blue horizon
dribble out once more ...

What was once,
It will never cease.
This spring ...
It brūkleņzieds ...
The man ...
that rustled
meadowsweet and Spilves,
is taken away.

are returned all just been given.
Have checked out everything that had just taken.

from your lap, the native land, came
I am in your lap again going to have to sink.
I\'m your air inhalation, said
I, your exhaled air, peacefully.

When the screen view of a lifetime veil of darkness,
When the crowns over my grave Sligo
To everyone knows - I all my life
You, the father land, I was faithful.

Pil stearin life to the fate of the knife handles.
The new spark plug, it does not freeze anymore.

stretch opposite arm and left a vacuum of weightlessness,
confused for a moment
and hard along the side falls.
Watch what my life has been lost gear or hooked -
empty space in the opposite
broken off as wattle vid.

Nošvīkst wings along vieglītēm eyes and touches the heart.
You can not go and lose,
those dependent on us in the memory sets.
Can not be gone by feel, sight and hearing,
who sought and found,
and nurse, and izgavilēts.
Land may be taken for the flesh, but the land of the spirit do not have power ...

and fluffy white flakes are falling ...
As the souls that come and go away.
Oh, by the eternal winds neizkaisiet!
So had a late morning. So early the sun set.

Pain sveļas, iron.
Svels still rampant tomorrow.
Severe shovels are rising.
Severe land fall.

Pain, pain, burning!
Pain, pain, yellow!
Land, his son
Once again, the sun cel