and dark in the yard who then went through
we tripped over the cat died
someone blew the horn at the top of indifferent
and moving heavy thunder mākoņblāķi

and the music and the waste čaukstu
janitor in the morning and swear at
a yellow-red and ungodly cold
either dune cat bird addressed

the sky which is home to all the joys
where toothless old foes
either cat planet revolves around the smoke contrails

and small kittens to each other ready press
now inextricably and away neaizsviežami
As my idea \"would be pointless to mourn -
of cats. But the people, indeed, these words would seem to be at least one false. \"

will now remain silent as silent fields
Once upon them in autumn rain is falling ...

moments of life blossoms - then gaist as steam
And flowing like a river on the evening away.

aizbrien Evening shadow long legs,
Winds posture, all the noise will become ...

We go and take what life gives,
We give all we can ...

Grandpa, your beauty
The beauty of the oak is a centenarian
In the autumn sun
Frost and frost,
And zeltotās pages.

cīruļdziesma goes off on me,
Flowering apple and cherry branch.
Day goes off, goes off the sun the sun flame,
And the darkness of my spirit encounters.

wind blowing from the sea.
Gold is the wind all my life.

but quietly go and get you in the other stands
Birs your early life heavy gold -
Birs night kisses,
BIRS stars with piles -
BIRS and pain, and your life will not be futile.

as strings sounded in the absence of you are,
Before the sun rises. But first glow glow
As brightly as the severity of the month, you,
In the light wings now slipping away.

To the West of the river glides so beautifully,
And stars as a sanctuary chandelier shines,
As a pilgrim, my soul kept going,
Getting in prayer daily and monotonous set.

And a black book pages have separated,
Erase me from the writings of the CISA, which is alive,
To become of his life forever, I free.

cranes Go away until another spring,
Lost somewhere in the dark loving eyes exceeded,
Lost track of my life for you and the crowd of birds, -
Do you still will see the re-RAS ointments?

long apvārkšņiem,
I used to go and stay with them.

mourning ball, open šķetinies,
Night here, my sun has set,
My life in battle retinies,
To calm I can go rest.

When the last time a white road
I go and tell the story of my steps
And when I will have already passed away at veļiem,
I still garden flowers by the roadside.