When izdegsim all the candles,
we do not we want svēteli, svēteli.
But no Western he created - jump
and he will have on other holidays ...
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Nenopūt, wind, white candle
Do not throw to the wind, heavy clouds
nenotrauc wind, fine Pazar!
Allows the moment our souls
talk with white flames.
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Sašvīkota the land.
But we hide the soul.
The extraordinarily tears. Tears
went underground.
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norietēja man behind the woods
green blue and red forests
behind the bulk groves where the fungus
that in ancient toiled through Trudie
HOWEVER, in order to show their
the night before the frost teeth
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Gently and hopelessly
trīsuļo wing flock,
before you
fly
swans.
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bebūsi my vasrās.
And I will not be in your.
But touch a living tear -
And your finger bloom.
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persists, persists in nothing
Time only engraved face.
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Only pain can be approached
Peace and your soul,
Basically throughout the devout
Zaļbālai eternity hook.
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I see where you miss out on an eternity to go
Youth, friends and love, and joy.
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Maybe then once my heart will remain in peace,
Street tinnitus slow rims,
When the life of my hands will put
Eyelids and under eyes dark makeup.
Linden still thrive in the same way in all streets,
Car will be called and calling the tram will go,
So the wonderful life and great
I\'ll be forever different, ...
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And never, never again, quietly smiling,
Nenākšu off her back.
Star full, indifferent space
, Until I klejošu one
Where all the pain go away the breath,
Where there is no longer knows how to smell of hay.
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Nothing I will not cease to couples
Nothing in the land of my deep cover,
As well as trains go over bridges
And the light bulbs in all the streets will burn.
It may be that night through the infinite space
As a fan for a long ground outs.
So I will not give up no longer breath
And closed eyelids heavy sand class.
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Oh, birthplace, it can not be, can not be
That your birches I did not going toward.
Heart touch your ear feels ...
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When will the final bitterness of yarn,
Pain and sorrow will go to rest.
Noskāršu if so, how happy I was,
Bringing the life granted by God.
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Day, the days come and go quietly
I see - Evening blue as the water falls,
Black shadows take over the west side.
The heart of the sorrow pain waterlogged.
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