Every moment - a large, low-
Wrap the ball of life.
Those which will go your way,
Approached a beautiful carpet. Saturiņicīts>
at Sampo glasses you will sit down
And will celebrate its 21st Birthdays
So sorry that I am not near
And do not give sweet kiss!
/ L. Isakoviča /
outflow days as tuneful waters,
Apšalcot year outermost bay.
That will be the winter, and those will fall,
How much of the summer we will take them away.
/ L. Vāczemnieks /
For a rich summer of your life! Saturiņicīts>
Years is strange treasures friend
Brushes are the flowers of apple trees on the hill.
Loose and fled like birds
Autumn glimmering frost. Saturiņicīts>
It does not matter if the gold flame
Is eager for a maple branch.
Heart even knows the song in the autumn
Which in the spring. Saturiņicīts>
My joy is my flowers -
The quiet and simple pleasure
Through it much easier for me,
This life is to live.
Because everyone who has flowers
Who flowers blossom opens,
More and waiting for something,
Increasingly something to hope for. Saturiņicīts>
Go early dawn,
If you do a lot more to the world.
Debts - cherry blossoms and ķezbere ziedlaimē.
Debts - red sky at dawn,
help the pupil to hear the old oaks.
Teach at the tulips and daffodils bend. .
Go early dawn - the morning dew on the roads and highways
Atsudrabo flashlight. Saturiņicīts>
lot more about the property and gold
Can give the human heart,
Here\'s why you dedicate these lines,
This is the thanks you shine
I know the day will come,
happiness when you give your hands,
the smile of your face,
because your heart will love -
feel that picks up in the sky! Saturiņicīts>
joy, then a strong case as thunder,
If grief - the bog cranberries,
But the energy and power of everyday concerns
Top of it all as a rainbow. Saturiņicīts>
you New Year\'s Eve, what else?
In life, much more beautiful will happen
But for years, never regret
At that residence. Saturiņicīts>
will change you life joys and sorrows,
The roads you go on the road and the mountain.
Never seek back foot,
Difficult or easy-to-get-ahead!
/ L. Rozentāle /
Behind youthful madness
More distant age peace
But they are worse in the middle years,
As the cheese stuck in his throat. . .
And among those misconceptions years
When the heart begins to ease press,
When will someone take care of,
When will the one to suffer. .
/ A Orris /
not yet been any one year,
What would bring only happiness, of sadness, worries protect
And the mountain bringing happiness.
But happy is to know how to smile,
Take what life gives off
These small tiny little devils
What the hell is singing so pleased
to wake you at night
And of fondly greets me!!! Saturiņicīts>
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