sparkling sun, warm in warm,
Warms the white sand homeland!
Šalcošie birch trees, branches spread them apart,
Auklējiet flowers of spring!
Turf over with leafy palms
The richness šūpojiet high
further work is not finished ... yet only half of the night,
But why the clock is already dumb and silent?
More work is not finished, only half of the page
But why the silence and the fresh grave? Saturiņicīts>
drifts or grief could burn?
Or sharp glance neapdzistu thoughts?
Oh no, the pain left uncovered by snow,
All the while cloud over baptize
You\'d be alive to the ever-living earth,
You are not death, as the breath becomes quiet ...
But thy steps are plowed Druvas shovel,
And ear rustling your songs will be.
You are not death, because life does not die stars,
What times over the infinite glow. Saturiņicīts>
Yes, the last page - they are always lit viskvēlāk,
Burns at a time when burn is visžēlāk
\"Flowers, flowers, linen cornfield!. . \"
Incomplete song is playing.
Song capital, close to the echo
A long, long, sad sounds. Saturiņicīts>
sorrow song, flowing quietly, -
Makonkalns the sun set,
And the white birch side
Deep pain goes black. Saturiņicīts>
dark hair white flakes flowers
And in these dark flakes glittering pleasure ...
But the road winds aizputina rail
And the snow is just snow again. Saturiņicīts>
chest subsides
Song pusdziedāta -
Resound to the end
do not have time. Saturiņicīts>
And something rustling branches of the Vedas,
Daily new light burned,
All the pain, all the sorrow
Not cover over the years. Saturiņicīts>
blue white stars at night
silver light poured into
and the mother quietly under
hand warm the soul. Saturiņicīts>
both sunrise and sunset,
Which runs as a red Lasma,
There are a couple of things to my life
And the northern lights.
Hey, one after another aizauļo
As early as horses frost,
And year after year passed away
As blue ice hills.
Along the horizon for northern lights run,
And often, oh, how often
Crust away by friends Brien
How gray reindeer. Saturiņicīts>
your soul light
I therefore hope the candles.
Are they forever burn
or melt soon and will come. Saturiņicīts>
Do not tell, do not tell, the people,
black farewell words!
Hope candle light
Seeking a life goal. Saturiņicīts>
its brightest candle
where hope still play with the white,
I cross the road at midnight
As the rising morning star. Saturiņicīts>
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