never aizmūžā,
Time lapse,
One year anniversary
As of today, -
Always the same sparkle:
Bright sun
And a warm heart. Saturiņicīts>
not prevent heart than
Neither young nor ripe old years,
In the first spring flowers,
As the autumn mist gloomy. Saturiņicīts>
Jel sing the song, it sounds wonderful -
Sen. years in the heart longs to me:
There\'s separation anxiety, there\'s a pleasure meeting,
There\'s dismal autumn, there\'s flowers and snow. . .
Oh, sing their song, it brings me joy
And strange pain - I cry. Saturiņicīts>
Your arms are kept very much:
Warm earth cold Heron,
Source from which the drink allowed,
Strength of interference from fatigue,
Air in the chest TĀLES dreams wings. Saturiņicīts>
all wise words
Long ago became bored,
So the heart,
As the heart and the sun is close to me.
These words, spoken by the sun,
Whispers in the ear by the blood,
What sweet-talking the sun,
The heart and the heart beats. Saturiņicīts>
Summer and autumn white embers maturity zviļo
For a long time now wishes to you gods
Weave Your Life colors. . . Saturiņicīts>
not prevent heart than
Neither young nor ripe old years,
In the first spring flowers,
As the autumn mist gloomy. Saturiņicīts>
Jel sing the song, it sounds wonderful -
Sen. years in the heart longs to me:
There\'s separation anxiety, there\'s a pleasure meeting,
There\'s dismal autumn, there\'s flowers and snow. . .
Oh, sing their song, it brings me joy
And strange pain - I cry. Saturiņicīts>
Your arms are kept very much:
Warm earth cold Heron,
Source from which the drink allowed,
Strength of interference from fatigue,
Air in the chest TĀLES dreams wings. Saturiņicīts>
all the clever name
Sen became boring,
So the heart,
So my heart and close to the sun.
These words, spoken by the sun,
The blood whispers in the ear,
By speaking dear sun
By Heart to Heart beating. Saturiņicīts>
Years aizsmaržo and blue flowers in vases,
which the tables are always new leads;
Years glow of the wine, pour a glass,
solemn moments as being drunk.
Years of falling stars Tale of high,
the night god Vesers striking,
they are like water, lift the two hands,
Salco stream flows down the back. Saturiņicīts>
From your words warm gloves skin
And hope that they will not damage the frost,
Once the flakes melted years
Larks and silver will not vote.
From your words warm gloves, skin,
While it would be, although it would be more,
How Dzīpariņš by itself did not find,
From your heart like a fire line runs. Saturiņicīts>
Then, when the moment pārsāp,
The bird leaves the nest,
When pārsāp years,
Walked home, passing,
And believe it is very
Picture of his life,
In order to watercolors
Painted on it. Saturiņicīts>
Every morning is a new thirst:
To understand more deeply. Loving kairāk.
Extend above. Get more. Saturiņicīts>
When is the end of winter, When the lark For voice you hear when I pick up the cry: Oh, take me \'to yourself\' To sing with you \'and run up to the sun to prevent
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