requires strength,
Do not exhaust yourself to the end,
Rescued a grain of light -
Both used to serve the island. Saturiņicīts>
This is the middle of summer,
The same mid-summer.
But more and more of my days will grow,
As emitters sun flower flourish
Each morning, after nebula floods -
But my day will grow even more.
My sun is the sky in the middle,
And she has to climb! Saturiņicīts>
We long to live a long time yet -
Every night a star struck to the heart,
And every plant a flower that burns and glowing -
We long to live a long time yet.
To piegurst, wakes up again for a sit-
Every sound of Growing up and being born are born,
Every thought that Growing up nenorimst.
Every new heart, which is ever in progress -
To piegurst, wakes up again to beat! Saturiņicīts>
your lips are silent,
Why eyes nemirdz joy?
Once across the side of life -
Both have aged shoulders redundant.
Sadness, a friend, and black rust
Life can light the dark.
Nebēdāsim we are not the devil -
Also limosa seeds sown. Saturiņicīts>
Is it quiet, or it dvēs\'le,
that the song mentions
Which memory for you,
day \'of the day knows?
And I listen and I listen to
throughout the night to -
Moon of my window panes
silver smiles. . . Saturiņicīts>
may years to come, can accumulate -
after one hundred and fifty come;
but, if you will know how to meadow
the stork talk
a stone that is sinking in the cell,
to the stream, which hurries
rimst and infinity,
then even after a hundred
nepierims your life. Saturiņicīts>
Uzdziedāsim, brothers,
A fun song!
To go heavy thoughts
Their tracks!
Sing of everything
So that the songs live. . .
We will be having fun today:
God knows how to go tomorrow. Saturiņicīts>
happiness as foam burbulīts,
As the page bal love
But as the steel blade hone
There are serious human will. Saturiņicīts>
Each day, the wait and wires,
Golden coat makes you shoulders.
Dreams - they are your blessed years
Where the soul is rich. Saturiņicīts>
you - my joys, my sorrows
The path that leads evening.
But what will you get your feet
On your life path in a spirit?
Feet from the green grass grow.
At the grass saplauks pink flowers,
And approached the vicinity, turned Tale.
And approached the gates of humanity. Saturiņicīts>
no one living in you,
Not one soul:
From the land of flowers and birds
You bring something to himself. Saturiņicīts>
Another cup of life is not izsīcis
And we believe in an eye for fun.
When you miss the golden September,
May hopes to have bet.
If the target ever lost,
Or because jāskumst travelers?
We continue to be the time to
And we believe - flakes the storm
Given by the golden September. Saturiņicīts>
You, rose from puķīšu family
The most attractive sister, your flower -
This rubīnkauss at the chance
And torment! - The abundant rain!
There is joy and happiness heartache
Sneak over the touch. . .
Go on, have a youthful happiness -
We no longer lives netiksimies!. . . Saturiņicīts>
I know the words of a man Vila,
However, I say to them,
To the pain as deep,
How is happiness to me now! Saturiņicīts>
Friend, chestnut hand gives,
He is like your conscience.
On the table she put the flower -
There\'s deceit and flattery Nava. Saturiņicīts>
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