What\'s standing in the white and clean?
It is our snowman
We are wading through deep snow
we are experiencing our joy.

Oh, rich Christmas,
Apaviņa plēsejiņi:
Three dieniņas, three naksniņas
I stand nenoautas.

The flower blooms, what you take in hand;
Its heart begins to love what you\'re looking at.
You have everything, you walk in circle of stars -
I can not give you anything anymore.

life passage for many a long,
Passage of many life is short.
This is how it is to be determined, he
He determined to whom it belongs.

Gradually, feeling the desire to live and love
He desire to be loved and to feel happiness.
What family is the life course,
Although you would not try as it dwells

A sense of happiness and the surrounding.

Going years and life grows,
Grows well in your heart.
It dwells in the good and the beautiful
And sometimes bad.

But sometimes this life passage
Is what teaches you to live right
and feel.

/ Poem author David Švāģeris /

went last tram,
I carried curled rails
And put it in the sidelines.
And track site
Every night of pine
And foxes dig burrows.

In the morning I have piles of rails
And go to work,
No they do not do in my place
So condemn the harsh gaze,
If the tram instead of
Stop godasardze stand wasps.
I am waiting for the evening,
Once again the rail saritināšu.

I nekāpšu pine
And ore neuzrunāšu wasps.

/ Poem writer Aija Vikmane /

Oh, this town! Songs and laurels
Her shame and beauty cover.
Again I went through it like a dream
Spotted at night when the lights is eager.

I saw signs placed in the dark:
Please, please, here - items which are worth!
The dark face of a beautiful fairy tale,
Miss you-go, smiling - buy!

Proud soldiers marching stroke,
Laughed flute, bass and groaned;
Ragged boy, hiding at night,
Silently as the bat flew low.

White girl into the batter
Across the head, where music is playing,
And as huge spider webs
People I bump disappeared.

/ Poem author John northerners /

year changes

As the restless currents drop
Through nights and days through the dim
Full-year leap forward sweep
And dreams swept into the sky.

Well the year is once again feel the road,
And land slides long sauļup:
Oh, kindles a light in our chest,
In the monotony of life shines!

/ Poem author John northerners /

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 līgsmi beating human heart.

From the dust out of the smoke
We called pavasars blossoms;
End of the grief and heartache bleak,
Another world is a lot of fun.

/ Poem author Eduard Veidenbaum /

went last tram,
I carried curled rails
And put it in the sidelines.
And track site
Every night of pine
And foxes dig burrows.

In the morning I have piles of rails
And go to work,
No they do not do in my place
So condemn the harsh gaze,
If the tram instead of
Stop godasardze stand wasps.
I am waiting for the evening,
Once again the rail saritināšu.

I nekāpšu pine
And ore neuzrunāšu wasps.

/ Poem writer Aija Vikmane /

Dad, you gave me wings
Mom, You taught me to fly,
To the highest mountains,
I could wing flap.

In order to seek your dreams
Who knows how to fill the sky,
What all the rainy clouds
Aizgaiņā away from me. . .

Dreams of searching, I met
Whiter love
It - on a hill top,
And I just, I just doomed.

And still more a sense of wings,
Far and long I want to fly,
But only with your love.
Without it I could not live. . .

Thank you, Dad, that gave me wings.
Thank you, Mom, that was taught to fly

For a long time we have owned your caring hands and the words,
What advice do you say, life concerns, the Pastor.
For a long time we\'ll feel at home in these next
For you as a green oak, years, which does not inhibit.
In order to sustain us through the spirit and caress their children closely.
Let your words of wisdom sown in the heart of the wheat.
To our roots for a long time svēkavots can be, Dad. !

Another common:
Thank you Mom, do you love about your hands,
Warm headrest for what you\'ll decks.
Thank you Father, for thy strong hand,
For the good words which aroused.
For your smile, your pat
Of the sun, by the way, I have met,
For all her life story
Thank you today
Father and Mother!

say tētiņam
For smart padomiņu
Leaving off key
I shall not padomiņa

Comes the New Year, comes in a soft smell of spruce,
And the white flakes easily glides.
But the heart can not ieputināt snow
It should go big dreams to fulfill ...

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