Būtvainebūtgaitā
One is the question -
why and on whose behalf
must you have?

Būtvainebūtgaitu
decided by one who believes
that this land better
will not be able to build another.

/ John Peters /

If we act boldly, we will be the winners.
We piesiesim elephant trunk near the tail. Only
Do not be afraid. We can delete the calendar
all the words and write new ones. And wolves
we make for pets, hedgehogs, hares, stirnubukus.
We are coming out of the forest with his brothers boar,
and woodpeckers will be our typesetters. We audzēsim moss
their hair - gray, green and brown reindeer moss.
Hello, black blueberry and cranberry red!
Hello all of you who stuck gum beard!
If we go barefoot on the cones, we will be the winners.
You are smart squirrel, you\'re flying the telegram between the two
treetops. You\'re restless and alive - you will be our flag.
As we go forward, squirrels fluttering over the forest, and when
go out edge of the forest, across the tops of viļņosies squirrels.
We have no exaggerated. Indeed, we are healthier,
and our brothers who live in the forest, we will help them.
We really are the strongest. Our muscles are brown and
mushrooms, and our hearts as a beautiful deer running.
From our eyes when we die, there is amber.
Our mother taught us in the eye just to do good -
nenoskaust, not yellow, not hate. Our fathers have taught
the wolf fist jab in the throat, so that it gets no jaws shut.
All of which barely velkaties, come, we will help you!

I say to you sing! Sing when you are well. But most of all sing, when to get over absurdities. Sing in the eyes of what you Lama. Gavilējiet its supremacy, when you sit. I remember very well. I was a little boy and saw a room windows: neighbor\'s mother beat her son. He stood at the corner of the barn and sang. She clapped and he sang, his piegura, and he sang. Then she lowered her hand and he sang, stroked his shoulder crushed and left singing. Sing crowded trolley (cursed their anger will sing!). And if you pay for singing, then Pay!
Sing when you drink. Sorrow,

With face against the wind,
the face
facing the power
face.
Come along, someone called out,
and I\'m going.
Face, as always, against the wind and power.
God, forgive my steps
and not lost!
At that moment, when I go to, wind, and war
stingstošu to face the wind. As the war.
I was born, without knowing the war.
And do everything right.

So I go where walking,
all the flowers will burn your house.
Walk in, of all SMIE, but -
the land loved.

Neplūkšu any flower.
Disregard any before.
This is the span, which are often
The monks of money does not help.

This is the span, which prosper
great in all ways without you
but if the home nepārnākšu,
None of you even nenoskums.

Therefore, as it turns out, I also
is not an excuse to be sad,
I sang more quickly -
traram-General, traram-General!

And, once the top of the hill I will get
and let\'s see - even burn your house
I long to look into.
Other say that SMIE.
But trust,
that there is still loved.

Madara wine

When hard luck stone
bur and a love bizarre miracle -
rainbow curved horn
pour, a friend,
sunny cleaver wine!

And we izbridīsim
every dūkņu and quaking!
And we izstaigāsim
every rainbow!

Moon chrysanthemum
through litter and plant.
Ends of the fingers still dreams thrive.
Life would be returned, which was taken.

Pour into a friend,
yet sunny cleaver wine

delight in small things
small snow flakes falling.
Aizstaigāt to places -
can not see the map.

They are not guides, no plans
only - way there draws present
small flowers in meadows clans
begins to speak to you.

Stuff they have, and trivia.
Passage. And so joyous heart.
Miss aizjāj courtiers,
Bajari of the Finnish sauna.

Total well aware:
All of the big top of the small,
There\'s no time can
Besides working to stay idle.

Small boat on the River Daugava
There is fighting in thick Ledo.
Without the river sion work
None of the sea will not.

And the sun slowly
They do work for the sun,
By Heaven Hill uzraušas
And being at the spring.

As autumn play again!
Soluble in blood and eyelids tremble,
In a pub in the world
The men drink the last beer.
Hays! Ours spring
Maple three crisp sheets,
Let us pray aloud on the opposite bank,
Maybe ferryman notice.

flowers decorated meadows,
Already songs wavy air
Bright green of the mountains and ravines covered:
Present maijmēness heavenly.

And the sun is so sweet, so bright
To clear bruise spreads,
And fern forests so bright,
And joyfully beating human heart.

From the dust out of the smoke
We were blossoms in the spring\'s called;
Sirdsēstiem tip of grief and grim,
Another world so much joy.

I love this world of wrong.
And hate.
But others I did not,
at least I do not know.

I love this noble city,
who plays.
It spoils me,
but nepažēlo.

I love the life of my own.
I have owned so far:
I own loving

love window.
(Clears the fire, otherwise there will be peace!)
Ran with moths? It is still
anticipation, love itself is not accessible.
Far Lielupe deep lying fish tonight. The second
shore waves running to the other side.
We are far from each other. As birch
the southern to the northern branches. What wind
come to carry us along?
We are opposite the barn door.
Walking around the barn and free from drafts.
Unattainable love sleeping under your
House. To reach it, disaggregating the whole house.
YOU LET break down your house, do you noārdīsi the same?
It just seemed as: the moths
ran the love window. It is as simple direct
and close. It is as if we were birds singing and the top.
But love is the root and where the fish are lying deep.
As anticipation runs petals.

sun

Lark heal sun.
Fled through it. Can I take her to
I?
Neparko!

Love comes in sunlight.
Flashing and go along with it. Can I take her
I condemn?
For what?

Life runs around the sun.
Burns and dziest with it.
Do I regret what I?
Nothing.

lover sees it, and my own,
That autumn thrives Kreimenu,
And hear the bells ringing flower
From a distant sun\'s past.

And I, that it may, in you want to
How soft glasshouse go
For you, like a flower in the glow of bits
Floral sweet aizžņaudz eyelids shut.

By spring Infinity
Through days vēstīdama slip
Please note that your first love
I now place the sun shines.

Year

A handful of water,
moment of autumn.

Matos will be provided
white winter delight.

Dungodami thrive on the branches,
quiet breathing spring.

Gorgeous bloom your eyes,
summery floral brawl.

Across all seasons
my hit your hand.