Always burn your life,
Transfused star candles. Saturiņicīts>
Slow fly behind the site page,
Flies and turns, and wonderful sounds.
Each page - the world was created,
Which I have ever had to live. Saturiņicīts>
Just yesterday, we went along the ground path,
Well you already pouring white flowers,
What gardener dug you in my dreams,
Nothing, there\'s nothing to remember. Saturiņicīts>
tranquil rhythm of gliding safely,
Yes, the sliding exit,
The roof stone fell calm,
It is called by my life. Saturiņicīts>
saltums resonates, and the latest fragrance in the wind,
Go past the time to return into it anymore. Saturiņicīts>
between two silent shadows
I hear -
whispers of eternity lips:
Slower.
Slower.
Slower. Saturiņicīts>
to your grave,
Once you have mixed with the earth,
Another ever ask friends:
- Are you happy now? -
You answer sheet whispers
- Longing for happiness die! -
And grow tree or oak,
that your heart will bring. Saturiņicīts>
paspēsim ... But then all of a sudden missing ...
And in our midst of a face is a lack of ...
Not a few friends, some games members of ...
And instead of bitter laughter common worry fermentation. Saturiņicīts>
But the moment when I will have to go further,
No one - not you, not friends - feel.
And so to the end - I ran forever
Head against the door, and not to give up ...
And the time - I\'m going to go away in a hurry,
From you, life
Neatvadoties. Saturiņicīts>
friend. Swan and flies away.
Sūru smoke my pipe carries.
Evening presents me a black tulip.
Day burns like a white daisy. Saturiņicīts>
I\'m staying at the forelock,
In the first gray began.
Longer nenoreibšu white bird-cherry
And hearts negriezīšu birch -
I remain of the small groove,
What crosses your forehead.
I remain of the sad smile,
What unites heaven and earth.
I stay silent it vaida,
Who would not die in your lips. Saturiņicīts>
In my time can not erase
And take my place. Saturiņicīts>
beg you - forgive me if you can,
You silently thank you for everything.
Me living your sun\'s rays
Couples will ever own light. Saturiņicīts>
white flowers were the sun,
You were my cherry in May,
But now - the rain rained flowers,
Soon the bird-cherry branches hushaby snow.
You will go up on cranes family ...
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