As a blizzard - the road
Because I miss thee.

What I found in you
In these years, quickly,
Now, I have not understood,
When the frost bites in their hair.

just know that nestundā
I can trust you.
And with you as clover
Want pļavmalā Temporary.

thank you for breakfast,
For a clean, pink shirt. . .
I tremble, I smile -
It\'s all still in the shallow.

Thank you, that a consignment
You make me this way.
It chilled me to the autumn
Do not forget the flowers.

It makes promises: \"I can not\"
Not hear from me.
I will tell you: \"I am able. \"
And both believe we can /

Zaļgi aspen stands in height,
A stump - orchids.
I pick up the fruit
In this way a dark pebbles.

Neļaušu that mock
Case
This is what I\'ve rustled,
What will protect.

Too shallow hearts
Would have us
If we lose
Love!

Wind comes alpām
Case.
Do I have it ready?
Do not break my will!

but I\'m happy -
At this point I feel it.
Maybe it sounds like blasphemy
On the day of Menaka?

This forest, land, sea
And I love you.
And fire, by which,
Black Wind, delete free!

Oh, the fire, by which,
Wind black free deleted!
This forest, land, feel
And I love you.

sometimes true
No need for straight truth
But - Blood kaismība,
Hollywood.

On the hill tumble stone, heavy and black.
This is our house sweep away immediately killed.
But in one way an ordinary devil
And the stone away as the raven flew away.

There lies one hundred and one hundred times indeed
If they give their lives - as birch roots.
In the main - you\'ll go further
And you will not sadragājis stone.

And then it occurred to me that you can lose.
And then I tremble as long and veined bridge
Having a pair of Brazos severe freight train.
And then I get up - holy is the heart of the strike force.

I take my Brivini! It is self-encouragement,
That I am without you I feel free.
If, however, would I still counting the number of lives
You twisted through them like lightning tūcēs divs.

Take my life! Along with your pulse
It is through the toil and fatigue will,
And forehead kaistošo I quench your hand.
Glow of sky-blue. Yet - we believe in each other.

woman painted
And laughs, but in the eyes of autumn.
Soul opens a window
Runs and bat a whisper:
Firewood-pure water! -

Stately man like a hawk
And laughs, but in the eyes of autumn.
Soul opens a window
Runs and bat a whisper:
Firewood, clean water!

Source Urdze far in the forest,
It looms over wind columbine.

laughs, nail file and stars.
So innocent! Oh, the wise heads!. . .
No!

If neiemācīsim love them
Music, birches, dogs, ants,
They - will not learn to love.

Is there
worse
the world?