Eggs paint both, That what we do well, one green and one blue, third - the best.

If you're doing bad in life, grief into the Heart, Remember me for a moment, smiles and everything will be fine.

If you ever remains difficult, then to hell with sorrow send. With friends and drink vodka, I guess everything will be fine again!

My lips all smiles, my eyes all shining, But I love you, you belong to my heart.

If it would not come evening, the night was called up, then this would be a new day, when everything starts anew.

Life by those colorful notes sonorous We're going. By clear octave up and down hills. It is a tune that we sing, Who has given? And it is a song that remains, remains behind you.

When the window the evening to darken, outdoor rabbit sitting, and saddened, he hand basket good, he is small, but nice. A basket of eggs a lot. But then the girl somewhere to come, cars are far howls Inside snauž bunny!

Pūpoliņiem nopērušies, Eggs already sakrāsotas, šūposim we swing, we Odinu gaiņāsim.

Health late in your fortune in the course,
Bright memories of those days to be,
And for hundreds of years Dzeguzite number
Call your sounds ever make.

The flower blooms, what you take in hand;
Its heart begins to love what you\'re looking at.
You have everything, you walk in circle of stars -
I can not give you anything anymore.

life passage for many a long,
Passage of many life is short.
This is how it is to be determined, he
He determined to whom it belongs.

Gradually, feeling the desire to live and love
He desire to be loved and to feel happiness.
What family is the life course,
Although you would not try as it dwells

A sense of happiness and the surrounding.

Going years and life grows,
Grows well in your heart.
It dwells in the good and the beautiful
And sometimes bad.

But sometimes this life passage
Is what teaches you to live right
and feel.

/ Poem author David Švāģeris /

went last tram,
I carried curled rails
And put it in the sidelines.
And track site
Every night of pine
And foxes dig burrows.

In the morning I have piles of rails
And go to work,
No they do not do in my place
So condemn the harsh gaze,
If the tram instead of
Stop godasardze stand wasps.
I am waiting for the evening,
Once again the rail saritināšu.

I nekāpšu pine
And ore neuzrunāšu wasps.

/ Poem writer Aija Vikmane /

Oh, this town! Songs and laurels
Her shame and beauty cover.
Again I went through it like a dream
Spotted at night when the lights is eager.

I saw signs placed in the dark:
Please, please, here - items which are worth!
The dark face of a beautiful fairy tale,
Miss you-go, smiling - buy!

Proud soldiers marching stroke,
Laughed flute, bass and groaned;
Ragged boy, hiding at night,
Silently as the bat flew low.

White girl into the batter
Across the head, where music is playing,
And as huge spider webs
People I bump disappeared.

/ Poem author John northerners /

year changes

As the restless currents drop
Through nights and days through the dim
Full-year leap forward sweep
And dreams swept into the sky.

Well the year is once again feel the road,
And land slides long sauļup:
Oh, kindles a light in our chest,
In the monotony of life shines!

/ Poem author John northerners /

flowers decorated meadows,
Already songs wavy air
Bright green of the mountains and ravines covered:
Present maijmēness heavenly.

And the sun is so sweet, so bright
To clear bruise spreads,
And fern forests so bright,
And līgsmi beating human heart.

From the dust out of the smoke
We called pavasars blossoms;
End of the grief and heartache bleak,
Another world is a lot of fun.

/ Poem author Eduard Veidenbaum /