and quiet you go to Best Friend
and embarrassed to ask
where life Dzīpari start
where Dzīpari gals ...
Next Year I\'ll go
along the same paths through the same bumps,
closely Lukoss growing in the forest all around ...
But did I find you,
you are my white crabapple confusing?
Come back each spring,
but I was out of your flower lightness ...
But the man in the whole
is indivisible joy, sorrow and pain,
and love, and friendship,
the swing brought to life -
You do not know, a friend, at which point
you step into the last line,
but the way to go yet today,
are inseparable to the end. Saturiņicīts>
I know -
You\'ll once
with their burgeoning love rose -
and\'ll put it on the lonely grave. Saturiņicīts>
Where will I?
Is the grass,
What effectively responsible of the moist earth,
Do lilac blue Cera,
What side of the flame of the tomb,
Do linden clean-limbed branches,
Reibstošos flower?
I will, my child,
warm in your eyes
and quiet words that you say then, -
and thank me
that half of yours bitterness drank.
I will be
your eyes and heart. Saturiņicīts>
Mother, dear Mother,
I say thank you for your rūpestiem,
auklējumu the warm lap
the fragile awake at night,
hours per hour protected against me. Saturiņicīts>
do you even sing songs
the soothing words, what I said
both morning and evening dziesnā,
Difficulty walking the same path. Saturiņicīts>
Thank druvmalā taught cornflower become attached and flourishing birch birzstalā hear Vīteri thrushes, the grass, silence dīgdama, talking with the ground. Saturiņicīts>
Maybe - you way under your feet,
Walking away, away to interfere ...
While still a moment to look at
To where the old trail called?
Maybe - you way under your feet ...
Every raindrop fine detail,
That sounds like a crystal,
One-hundred and particle size broken
I hear -
Tonight
Your life crumbles
Aches and pains
And sharp
Disappearing into the ground heavy ...
I aimirst you no longer can, not to die I can to you.
And you pick up the bird gurušu my days and nights bring: The sad and deep in the valley you will achieve what was once me. Saturiņicīts>
We all have a life
While any big farewell.
Time this summer will not pass the old tracks,
There will be grief flowers, honey bitter
To remote villages will not put the colt,
Jasmine and knotty May neuzziedēs. Saturiņicīts>
Aizaver my dzeiveibas Vortum.
Sulis is taking tymsā,
Sulis is taking on an empty,
Nakurīnē\'m leaving ...
Ni hearth I get there, ni Moja,
Ni dzērdēšu dainõšonas. Saturiņicīts>
Slowly, slowly flying snow to be as sweet sleep surrounded by all the people\'s misery, without leaving any traces. Saturiņicīts>
Oh, Mother, how my heart you have a special place,
It in words I will never tell you not know that.
When you miss once, as the boat loose
Nowhere I will not be native, not a house. Saturiņicīts>
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