Concertino

well good for thunderstorm will
storm and kick you dzīs
lightning die nesarūs
thunder thunder

Ripieno

the late Red-breasted brat
do you remember us
she Poet Poet
You will live in poverty

Concertino

I am glad to be at least grbēju
if you can not know everything
I wanted to honor his jacket to sew
you make me sad

Ripieno

we have Zarda
and distilled water
we have words
and last fall

iztop or neiztop will become a

Concertino

I am an eternal being
you can not oblige
my death cuts the grass
with his scythe

Ripieno

we have Zarda
and distilled water
we have words
and last fall

What can we help you?

Concertino

I want the death
stocky woman
a well-mown
and were a god

Ripieno

we have Zarda
and distilled water
we have words
and last fall

What can we help you?

Concertino

so I chalk and marguerite
the same sultry tvīkumā
I have nothing to nepiemetas
of graying for example, and the law

I WANT TO BE A WATER

River or the ever popular grief is not?
When you see clouds,
Who is everywhere, who knows?
It is sad people ūdensaudus weave
For his sons deep waters
For those who have gone over,
For those who did not know - they did not clouds,
They fire, the powder was
They water the opposite of the eternal -
Even stranger -
They had their own river
And woe to his people,
And clouds kept the same sky,
Who knows all the people
And bitter over uzvandītai falls to the ground.
I want to be water, it is eternal and wise,
Who own another\'s does not know
Rain and its tissues are woven,
And do not go into the fire ---

nedusmojiet, the old soldiers
You nedusmojiet old soldiers
On my lapwing cry in the mist.

I am so unsophisticated and naive
And have not got a nose powder,
The room you\'re hiding from us,
thank you
only:

we are the ones
who will have to go;
they are those
which will have to wait;

our children may
never and will not go anywhere.

Last song of parting

And the song is already
There are departures. . .
Where she will hide,
When guns speak?
As if simply left to write, and every
word to weigh all the world\'s gold
and the time it will be for nothing.
Where you will hide,
Where did you flee,
Nightingale, vālodzīt?
Will I be able
Get away
You see it?
Quietly sit on the stump,
Once around the grass will burn. . .

How many guys
How many helicopters
Meantime
We will cover?
And when I\'m going to go way and,
You neķeries around my neck.
I know you easy
My song, you have,
But in my harness
Space shall be no more.

\"I aiziedams war\"

I do not want to go to war today,
Nurses leave the cradle of a big city.
I would so like even less from her pārnākt,
I suspected and the nurse will be written down.

I come back, I come back,
In his insights dzīvītē
And try to do it discreetly.
To notice them
Myself, I -
What will be the day after tomorrow.

a given land area

Near the sea I watch the sky
And hope they pulled me
Star girl who will love me.

And unquenchable hope,
Vildama my body,
Cold choked his neck jig.

I dzenāju ball in the yard, oh, Jim!
I climb in the basement be naughty, oh, Jim!
Resnulis, quarreling with the neighbors yard
aggressive and thin.
Then I sit the roof ridge
Slate and bellows, oh, Jim, oh, the beautiful Jim!

I wear the first smoke, oh, Jim!
And it is a camel tobacco, oh, Jim!
Then, together with the old Selindžeru
We argue both the constellation of the Swan, oh, Jim!
I hope we are to each other
We will be good, oh, Jim, oh, the beautiful Jim!

Song departure

Long look at the feet;
Trying to Grieve quietly.
Is my song
pate is gone?
Did you see him I
\'re Hidden?


Bird\'s quotes in the snow,
simple ornament.
He is here savicinājis Wings
and aizlaidies
screaming

Now I
stand in the place