DARINA TEAR BEADS

this girl is making a tear beads
and decorate the bed and is decorated with dolls
sunset walks this girl sad
and chargers, all in a row

then do not tap or never
no one at the feet of the chest the hips
I am well pleased with him grieve
but she nolamājas and stumble

comes in the night sky and the stars appear
the lonely girl to carry the
this girl is making a tear beads
and decorate the bed and is decorated with dolls
fire is decorated with the image smoothly

\"They will meet sooner or later\"

Floors, staltradzi, straightened up žuburoto head
Standing on the same cliff overhangs,
Floors tense: Oh, expanse, oh, tāltātes!

How many black Gorge - does not confuse you,
How cruel stone - you already commonplace,
How deep leu - How well do you know.

ĒNCIETĪBA

For a moment, light, bright-red ring
I threw. And Brien dzegužlinos.
Because I want to understand your truth
Both Dižmežs and cool Lan fighting.

What greets me? Oh, zaķskābenes!
Mellenājus eyes and smile shot.
And only a few light cinder
Through the bars of wood izlodā towards me.

Of you, oh, tolerant to shade, fine flowers,
Of you, oh, ēnaugi, I now want to
In these paths in the deep, which is wrapped in silence,
Learn a little something ēncietību.

-Nedusmo, sky zilgā,
As far as I sin -
I - hungering and ran
Without ground forces.

-What in the clouds looking for
Without strong wings?
Jel chalks hell,
You apķert crows!

_ai, sky zilgā,
As far as I sin -
I - hungering and ran
Without ground forces.

-Then Ploce on the ground!
Brought by the fuss here?
Coming storm-Lemesos
Rodi ability!

resume from scratch -
I did not deny - is afraid.
In sales but far
Vakarzvaigzne and Gail.

Resume from scratch -
How cruel the decision!
Be back across the studs,
Where blood and drown.

To restart from scratch?
One story, cilvēkbērns.
I look towards the bear,
Gravity is borne shoulder last year.

To restart from scratch!
Morning morning tearing dzīs
Dedicated to the light, to find and discover. . .
Uzplaiksnīs a true pleasure.

What apbūrusi both rural Tale
Since my childhood, I do not know.
But whether there is a sunset, or morning dew grass,
With the horizon, I burned myself.

maple stars fall to earth, to me,
Falling cranes clamor, still rising and trembling.
Ah, autumn red haired! You - the fire and spite.
Cool flakes falling on the ground, to me. . .

Oh, but we are close - I, heaven and earth!
The Utah skarbdienā surrounded as silk.
Falling stars in your hand, and ugunsstars stīdz,
Welcomes the intimacy of this - I, heaven and earth!

your honesty necessary?
White groves is quite redundant,
Greenfield - A detailed pollen,
Blue mountains - the cake.
Dirty mouth - can be washed,
Hijack honey - bear the pleasure.
Who need your honesty?
Yourself, give yourself - a dream nuts.
And all of us! - How tough oak,
As the lietoņas - the first snow.

How long night,
How slow to go now!
Black wildebeest
So black flowers bloom!

No I do not believe
Not believe this at night,
Not joy,
Not desperate - or!

How come sluggish morning
How Gourde dawn!
Little or ever will be able to
That night the sun to break?

Black wildebeest
How to lose a big snail.
No, the night
The other may not be anymore!

The old truth still,
oh, keeps this day:
what you think - is already sorry
but speak of what is necessary!

I look at the popular language
the mystery of life,
as a towel, rinsed clea

dzidrupe flowing language
so sweet lime leaf;
and feel - whispering little oriole,
there is harmony in nature.

Do you see? Words in the glow and sparkle
and gold stones,
Lightning TVRT the spring,
tench and silver.

And chubby sentence glow in the dark
as a huge granītbluķis -
Well, try atskaldīt
something vienvienīgo Suki!

Name - Thought Museum. Yes and no.
Name - an open battle field.
We nesnaust word blaze of the sun,
the tense string height.

But anger: how to give a club.
Balmutība: palaidies mouth and tit pain.
Insolence: talks that present itself can not stand.
Hypocrisy: smearing honey on my lips.

the fresh lime leaves
Powered thought of gray as refrigerants;
Plant thirst to be clean, young and good,
And shells soul stretches.

Buzzes like fire branches organ Bach -
This thirst daudzmūžos bring. . .
Under the fresh lime leaves flourishing
Gray running through the heart is extinguished.

my apartment and the neighbors left
and right, top and bottom floor is often
mornings at different times of singing roosters. So I
feel.

Call and Alarm Clock! You sound so nice
And out of bed safe hands pull.
White morning thoughts, my white dawn
-Red sky palms, lively, skauj breezes.

Great people of the river has not yet begun,
Gain a white mist blue Baltezers.
In this hour of hearing my heart silently atvilgst
As the morning dew clover cers.

Izgulēsim his grave once we sleep!
Morning hours of receiving a gold heart and path. ---
Since sounding cock, too enthusiastic,
The alarm rings and we brought in the day.

his life, single life
We know less than all the rest,
What we have.

Dog, a garden corner, strawberries,
The office, we know your street
Much, much better.

Their lives, lives alone
Cases, words, numbers do not lose their
However, we want to.