The chest he would be swallowed up.
- Members,
victory belongs to us!. . . -

Daugava behind the blue blue glow.
- Volga son! -

And grass whispers, or the heart beating as:
- Here the sand absorbed
lives. . . -

But the road dun, dog howl in the tale.
Green Earth
was charged with the murders.
Does not mention? Know!

World conquerors vārtijās highway -
marches, asinsdzīres
was over.

Green earth under your feet, white clouds
over the house. . .

In their blood I feel like the sun shining
the boys and girls
breath and heartbeat,
who fought
on the ground, the clouds, the sea.

waves blood-colored,
another drives
and sten.

Sinking enemy ships, cutting winds
Foam flower,
will be fish food.

A century ago, right here
Cours Crusader ships
welcomed as well.

White clouds above the houses,
green earth under your feet. . .

A country road leads Latgale, visit,
Lakes flash of
carbon monoxide hillside meadowsweet.

Iedūcas wind, unexpected, sudden,
winter and summer we will leave.

As the snake hissed as wasps spindz. . .
Rise? -
you nopļaus lead.

But the guy run, throw grenades,
getting a machine gun,
but

Barking machines, the Germans firing
hatch spits death.

flying with you, butterfly,
sienāzīt?

Girls - aviator, girls
the flowers on the ābeļzara,
visionary
before the war. . .

Stars clearly there Gail, once again goes out
Here cinder.
Overall collar is forced,
helmets leans against the moon.

And again nodārd planes
grand thunders,
Heaven fights.

White clouds sun Payá,
Sea summer hushaby. . .

Blue Wind undermine peace. What stories, wind,
Irbe Strait beaches?

How thirsty sharks ships flying
traitorous, murderous
forty-first year
June Kvelde.

Cloths, land, country, resigned!
But the sons of Hercules to land,
but the sons of the earth 0 Lāčplēši.
The blue exiled mirrors
dark smoke lies down.

White clouds over houses
Sea summer Aija,
green earth under their feet. . .

And I\'m not owed anything,
Report on life
no
you do not need.

White clouds as easily as feathers. . .
Skylark overhead.

Shut their eyes, shut their eyes a bit!
Dundee breaks
Gib time. . .

Prožektrou rays long as pliers,
caught in flight.

Bright silver butterfly,
to antiaircraft roar,
the cobwebs
neiestrēdz!

you will become a flaming ball.
On the ground SMIE fascist? -
Aizrīsies!

\"Come, beloved girl, gives a kiss yet. . \"

fallen to iron Zilt ---
dragoon ball tumbled from the meeting ---
beaten at the police station ---
shot ---
died in prison in Siauliai with diloni ---
convicted of a life in exile, took part in civil war,
the last phase of life is not news
found ---

Sounds. Each page - call.
Behind the hundreds - even tūksoši go.
Also, the song ugunssārts bloom.
At the request shake you and me:

We set the oak,
to those we are familiar with yourself,
Give them the blue fields of heaven ---

sound. Each page reads.
No, not the music. The bullets sing!
Home crumbling when the fire viper lied.
Sounds. Each page - call.
Also the song as a red, red flower ---

\"Come on, girls loved to struggle. . \'

Sounds. Each page reads.
No, not the music. Hosts go.
Proud of my windows are falling shut.
Street pavement Asini carbon monoxide.
Also the song as the sun ---

But hands us - to remain,
To love, to feel
To velēnzemē rye seeding
In order to hit the shadow crosses.

And Tukums and Vecpiebalga
As the symposium, it Lielvarde
Lack of party put your hands tethers,
We say no!

Life - returned in the morning,
Heart - returned to the other ---
Watch the wind blow
Hollow sounding.

From now lives as branches,
From this heart like the rays
Extends across the remote
Opposite me.

Hollow is a clock striking
And I make a fire, other
How to call.

call, pour a call, pour a call
Call tsars, Tsar atlejiet sound!
Pour into the call, Ivan, pour my anxiety,
Mischa, flame, flame! Call to Dun and sing!

Done! Call the mountain. Full metal storm is used.
Sound Sea rapid tumble hundred versts.
Slieniet scaffolding! Ever more agile! Near the goal -
Route calls. Let us build a high! Call to DIMD!

All logs and krakst dundēdami breaks.
Vain effort man, and free wide freak.
Exceptionally high through the summer and the island
Call waiting a hundred years does not rise and dumb.

I listen to your foot wind speaks
Your storm I take up the road in the mud.

EU BETWEEN YOU

When a futile effort, desire, desire
For harmony and beautiful puff

With me is evil asymmetric kliegsme.
I want it. Necessary. That I am.

And see augstprāti - portfolio project page
The monument - for themselves. But the swift oblivion borne by
grave.

Comes external self-conscious and shy, slow,
But in reality incredibly self-righteous and selfish boy.

One bladder rust-eaten nameplates like:
Grab, Dard, but what it really wants - not fathom

Then as cedar
There comes a day;

It is known, as though weary. Twist? - You. . . -
He says: - I understand.

And I opened my eyes the beautiful and the good will of the
Solar truth.

Person to Person - the disease and drugs
Devil and Angel. . . I am among you.

Re forests behind the shiny happiness Gale
Ongoing global saddened.

Anatomie

Hands, you pick up the bread, the
hot sun, you want to achieve
thought, but, fallen womb,
Do not become a wolf paws!

Face, can not be wrong
designed honesty granted
vaibstiem harmony;
eyes, be as open windows,
nose, nekāp clouds!

Legs, you hold the world - faster,
faster saminat ladybird, but
Time to make you the same,
by the kokzariem - cut, bent;
drop shoes and bare
brieniet the sand!

Oh, fig leaves, you are strong magician,
iesveļat the enthusiasm of the body -
bloom so beautiful and inspirational
full - do not discard!

Head nedūc the beehive,
gives the idea of ​​lightning
illuminate the rock of truth,
the centuries, despite the flow of words!

What was your mother, what was it? -
Do not know why šalkains Rain asks me.
What was your mother, what was it? -
Silently asking, page three gold fall ---

Aizgrimst hill, and page slip away, the river winds.
Ledi galdz, dun-wave currents in the dance call.
Strong good. Strong was a good mother. . .
So it is not, so far as I can say.

in Rye bloom,
Suyama and the boys want to prop up the strange palaces,
Warbler singing in the garden,
And grandmother how to milk a cow go.

Even in Rye kūpēdami bloom. . .
And the boys ready to run to the edge of the world,
And Warbler afraid that it will be where the nest,
And grandmother do not feel that the sky will go tomorrow.

Rye kūpēdami bloom. . .

will go misty mornings,
Will go red in the morning.
Only the winds will or
Whispered the names of things.

-I am ready. I am iron.
Today, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow
My iron, but nesadzels.
I go to do your own.

Treatment garden
As a bee, the wasp, the dung fly in Paris.

As the dung fly:
-How beautiful, lovely! Well eat and suck,
the sick. -

As the wasp:
-How much you give? Thousand rubles! No less! -

As a bee:
-A lot of work done site!

PROBLEM: SUPPORT TREES

Zvīgo green apples in the garden,
Branch branch one by one dropped a tight circle.
Put simple, rugged
Supports the tree!

But I want to be the same apple tree,
You like, and he likewise.
It will not be no - there is a joke! -
With an ax logged wood supports.

Zvīļo apples to gain weight.
But when the autumn breeze For the fermentation,
Horrified each apple into the herd:
-The most expensive ones we are missing branches!