Sapņi

Dreams go Daugava.
They have no memory of dreams.
Twice in the same long
flowing to the sea.

Invocation browse the slope in the rain, my fire, which. Buries over ancestral bones, my conscience, buries. Where to go my people, my sick go there. Hold on heaven and earth, my fate, Hold on. / Ojars The German author of the poem /

Wells

My Latvian farms more wells -
green stone and old concrete ring,
wooden bucket on the winch side,
Blue nettle on marginal trails
and grandfather planted birch trees nearby.

They are smart, they are legends wells -
do not forget the old and wise,
smelsim water - deep drilling prize
the blood sadzeļ cool ants
and clears the head. . .

/ Poem writer John Peters /

We live in the north

We live in the north.
Birch thrives here nearly a month long.
Winter sun is not above the crooked pine,
and so we see patterned - through the branches.

Around the same time as St. John\'s no longer night.
But on the bright swamps flowing
long-dead grandfather reindeer cold breath,
Ducks and take their children to swim in icy water,
the dark blue hills behind the sun -
beneath the polar star mozdamās -
lazily ventilated cranberry pink sheets.

Normally, the city bears walk the streets of ice,
but we have the pleasure of nettle colony in the park,
and through the forest trails can wander barefoot
if too afraid of odzēm and ridged stones,
who owns this land.

It is rocky.

But it is also a slider across the ice age glacier:
therefore it is a push and jostle,
and many are no longer in their old place.
We are reverent when it comes to the ices,
and yearn for the sun to melt them.
They are longing to be fulfilled only partially.
So we have something in the blood of dandelion juice:
because that day is far and long,
when the sun
we glow of pienenēm ditches,
not from the sky.

Therefore,
runādami
on this land with hair or almost polar Ledo,
nemētājieties with stones -

Stones of the same here in Ghana.

/ Poem author Andrew Irbe /

Latvians

On the globe, under the sun
us three and a half billion. They
Latvian only one and half million. This is how
half drop in the ocean

What may be the song of the year and a half drop
the sun? And yet -

on the globe, under the sun
is the nation - Latvians
on the globe, under the sun
a popular song about the sun:

Rise, the sun, early morning,
Contain an entrance time in the evening,
Sildīdama of the scroll,
Žēlodama evening.

/ Poem author Maris busy /

Confession

Over Arāja Arum
sounds cīruļbalss over
Arum gulls sounding board
voice, but do not know
the voices that together
tied them into a single
node -
Russians.

/ Poem writer Vytautas Ludens /

Living with Latvia, breathe the country!

You as a citizen, the world is not appropriate,
I have something in your pocket cards and passports,
because I know that I must Latvian
August, December, March.

Because without me there hazel in bloom
because without me there neizdīgs Beck,
because without my written rides
Christmas nesabrauks -
worlds, the consequences will be.

You as a citizen, the world is not appropriate,
something I do in the pocket of the visa and the Charter,
because I know that I must Latvian
January, June, March.

Because without me there hazel in bloom
because without me snow blew paths,
because without me quivering ass
Jānītis neatjās -
worlds, the consequences will be.

You as a citizen, the world is not appropriate,
I have something in your pocket cards and passports,
because I know that I must Latvian
September, November, March.

Because without me there hazel in bloom
because without me cold pekaiņiem Pekas,
because without me candles waterfront
winds sigh -
a will, worlds, consequences.

/ Poem author Mara Zalite /

Good morning, Latvia!

Good morning, Latvia!
You - the maiden lap,
in the morning with thy hymn rises.

Although the date of the passage is not taken over the space
already many of you ready to go in one breath,
as knows how to ease your burden.

Yes, most are ready to serve you,
with light heads and strong shoulders.

Our hearts, we thank you - you,
that we are always able to connect
when you need it most.

/ Poem, author unknown /

Latvian faith

Today a strange restlessness in nature,
The wind rustling in the long distant glow.
Latvian forests kept secrets,
To die for anyone who is not sorry ...

Red mist are falling homeland fields
Her breath gold Druvas adversity.
For ever and ever Latvians will not friends
Those who many people wander through Siberia.

Our holiness they forged irons feet
Samina fens and a smirk on the go,
Across the long, love Latvian home
Many times red fire fla

Latvia 18th November

Latvia, Latvia! My native land near the river Gauja.
Kalnāji, valleys and lakes mirdzējums blue,
You skauj groves breath and Daugava River bluffs
Tells the story of us distant past ancient castles of the Knights.

In autumn, you are dressed in gold and decorated with purple,
Juicy fruit bent twig furniture apple adversity.
Frosty silver sags, the winter sky are given,
For beneath the placid and expectant snauž spring.

Latvia, my native land, now you mention strangers feet
Hostile voices of Latvian blood is called.
Russian taiga so many have become home -
Latvia, dear Fatherland, or return will be allowed to have them?

Latvia, Latvia!
My native land! You - good!
Destiny calling someone a new era of sit ...
Latvian soul keep the miracle age-old exchange,
For the most beautiful word - Eighteen!

/ Poem-author of Lucia Sāgameža Nagel, 1945 /

When the night comes, the winds shut up in a tree
Comes yard gnomes, they cling hand in hand.
Those pink cheeks, shoulder Gifts
One is dressed in new and one old overcoat.
They nerej dogs, evil eye does not see,
because there comes along - Old and New Year

Laimīte, we mīļumu gives Christmas and candle light that shines!
Laimīte, we poured into the hearts of pleasures and put apertures brilliance!
Laimīte, we send Christmas miracle to come true sapnītis silent!
Laimīte You Come feast itself and a blessing to all of us will be

For the next year all wishes come true,
take the most beautiful string and bound in the nodules:
nodules on every single little person
nodules of good thoughts and commitment,
nodules of what you miss the most,
nodules on. . . Well, you already know better.
For a successful New Year!

Health - strong as a nut!
Fortunately - as sweet as honey!
Love - as a newly picked apples!
Fun - colorful, varied as a star!
Prosperity - as much money as tree needles!
Friendship - sustainable and lemon flavor!
Hope - the fulfillment!

white wonder comes to your house,
As understanding, as a blessing!
Save yourself the white wonder
The whole New Year!