Fall

Sen. boreas hazel bushes empty skin,
Through the air in long lines cranes clamor,
And aspen spotted candles ignited,
When sorrow walks solemnly through the forest.

Feast dead, dead donation,
No longer do not call players in the sweet pleasure!
And large employers, says guests: enough!
And a slow hand nokopj wedding table.

These last, I was invited to the feast,
But tripped on the threshold, walking inside
And all the joy of time spent
As Lazarus weak only at the door.

But this hope I do not let:
Will be dispersed to a large guest family
Then the golden apple as part of my
I will present the white smiling happiness.

September

What mortal silence in the evenings and mornings
How late sun through the mist suffers violence!
Speckled page sheet over the ground oats,
And it is as if everywhere to bid farewell.

It is as if the sweet steps disappeared
Here Nora aside, here at the knee pines,
Naigi and spiders over their tracks
Already norasotu parvilkuši silk.

Heart of this great solitude of yeast
Where a second heart to feel the hot face,
And that the forces would not go away sad,
It adheres closely to his friend.

evening

Golden sun sinking boat
And twilight shadows are born,
Such a small cloud
Another burning sārtin pink.

Give your dear hand,
Top of the page will open your eyes,
Yeast holds it debestiņu -
It is our good fortune shines.

yet you do not know!

You still reaping the benefits of roses
Nenotvīkdama,
Yet you hair plugs
They unintentionally.

Yet you smile
The whole world,
Yet you do not know
Of their beauty.

It will take a while brief,
And you nosarksi,
Groves stand in the corner
Searching for flowers.

And you are plūksi
A single,

Love You did not say how high guests: \"I will come today or tomorrow. \"With the Meiji, with wreaths you\'s can not anticipate. You do not pray, as a friend who lives far away. As a servant, you can call: \'You have to come the day after tomorrow, tomorrow! \"You do not allow travel hours and none explore, as Finch lands branch, you come - and stay there!

As stealthily, so slowly, so quietly,
IN ADDITION, without Blizzard and storms
SPRING HAS arrived:
Flowering hazel, green for mint.

As stealthily, so slowly, so quietly,
Thusis, The Same nemanoti,
Against you, tanned heart
And burning and very, very.

nedzejiski!

O\'clock the moon, flower o\'clock,
Nepogāja the nightingale.
Autumn in the mud slicks the edge of the edge,
And little hands without gloves Island.

Neither the stream bottom edge of the flower,
The Stock Exchange or, where there is a gentle rices,
Quite simply, we met
At still uncleared brokastgalda.

I will not fall on your knees,
My mouth than nezvērēja,
Neither you cried, \"thy lifetime\" -
Neither you tears ran cheeks.

The answer to \"Do you know me well
Dear? \"- Read to you from the eyes.
Sabučojāmies. Then ate, drank,
Because I was rustled all morning.

Menestins,
Aija, hushaby,
Wheel Rapu uzrāpoja, hushaby.

Menestins, zilsvārcīti,
Aija, hushaby,
Do not come to our box, hushaby.

The river hills,
Aija, hushaby,
Leaking, leaking quietly, hushaby.

There stand two bārainīši,
Aija, hushaby,
Starry eyepieces hushaby.

Sēstaties boat,
Aija, hushaby,
Menestins boating, hushaby.

Menestins boating,
Aija, hushaby,
Behind zudraba thread hushaby.

Sleep sitting, waiting for Sleep
White flower garden,
Aija Aija, waiting for Sleep
White flower garden.

Reaping the benefits of the flower, Come, Sleep,
To the baby room.
Aija Aija, Come, Sleep,
To the baby room.

Put the flower easily, easily
My child\'s pillow.
Aija Aija, easy, easy
My child\'s pillow.

Zu-zu-zu-zum! Reads the flower,
Brings baby angel,
Aija Aija, reads the flower,
Brings baby angel.

Over the lake, over the river,
Ataudziņ over the green.
Aija Aija, over the river,
The Green ataudziņ.

Take my baby
To worship stars.
Aija Aija, young children
To worship stars.

Soul Language

At thy breasts to let him rest,
His arms around me skauj,
Make thy love to silence the lips,
So as to feel the moment allows.

To speak to our souls
And says that is inexpressible,
To the veil of oblivion we\'re doing
Upon us, separates us from the world.

To me you, I will make thee false,
That we both favored
It shares a sweet dream to dream,
What ever, and ever will exist.

yard

I walked back to your side,
Vienvienīgā at your side
As in ancient times,
How old, in ancient times.
You Liki my hot hand in hand-
Here now trakšķēdams beat.
I woke up from his dream humbug,
And I fell painfully in mind:
You are far, far.
And out along the window suddenly
Gaudoja, gaudoja winds.

twilight

Is out there who nečabēja?
Hey, nenodrebēja window?
It seemed as though the long ran,
Or do as the wind bent the fence?

Sitting in a chair and am looking and waiting for
Slowly fills me with pity breast.
I only hear or sense of Myrtle:
Laimini just knocked on the pane!

If only you return her staidzies,
You uzcerējuse had it!
Holy fasting brītiņš either end,
Already with a different interaction of the rings.

Sketch

Back yard
To a narrow window
Girl shit
Naigi, naigi.

Shout out
Outside the city walls,
Forests, mountains,
Daredevil heyday.

Go along the window
Fence guy
Tall and strong,
And beautiful, and beautiful.

Greets jade
Today, the third
For the fourth time,
Position window.

\"Well, as luck?
Or Sunday
Work be finished?
Depart? \"-\" Brauksim! \"

He rolls a rose
With a green leaf
Of white silk,
Whistling go.

Čaukst to žvīgo
Polished cloth,
Smell the roses
Sweet, sweet.

Sunday the sun!
Bird exultation!
Zaļsamta fields,
Flowers, flowers!

Balsnēji birches!
Edge of the lake!
Divvientulība!
Kisses.

. . . Sun at the window
Girl naigi,
Čaukst silk piece
Quietly, quietly.

Sweeps fence
Handsome guy
Flips manure
Vitoša rose.

Go along the windows,
Picks up his hat,
Clumsy grin and asks:
\"Na, and having fun?\"

last year and this year

Years ago
Inadvertently went
Flowery Peck,
Which is along the birch,
Along a meadow
Across the river and find
Aizlocījās.

I see the plank
Woman standing.
One of the rock
Easy on the railing,
The other two held
Bluish flowers.
The sun is shining.

Picked up a hat,
The girl in Sark,
Slid flowers
Except her hands. . .

Smell of birch,
Calo-stream
Trembling heart.

Now, either intentionally
Flowery trail
Gradually go to:
Laipiņa empty. . .
Smells so grows again
Calo as water,
My heart tremble.

and yet other

If it is its lime pate
Small hill in front of home!
And the same birds last year
Dreams of her bushy branches.

And so pate old smell
Rising from the bottom of the flower at the top;
Pate and the moonlight
Range of their pale outs.

Pate and the mother-daughter
With the same blue eyes
Sitting under the linden trees on the same
Old, strong birch bench.

And the same sweet words
Flowing over her pink lips
Just this year, the listener
Black mustache, last year had pals.