zemeņogu say thank you,
On the flower next to shine,
And quiet room to lie down -
What I want and more?
to decorate the sun every day
And the joy in your heart, cast,
To smile and, increasingly,
You go on and on atskaties
cry about it that was
nebīties about that tomorrow
only gently and safely
his furrows straight propel
Requests from the sun, ask of flowers,
To light a mile long,
If they do miracles as -
Casts out paguruma hours
For only thoughts Junda.
Rejoice!
Rejoice, your dishes are finite,
Your bread is neapēdama,
Your trouble is neizraudama,
Rejoice!
Rejoice, TAV sun on right shoulder,
Darkness on the left,
Stars swing lashes,
Rejoice!
Be amazed with the black in spite of,
Enjoy free white,
Thy palace can be dismantled only by God.
Rejoice!
Joy once heard a loud rustling in the sea,
Joy I felt God was once a green field,
I listened to it for free from the mountain wind,
Who exulted over the ends of the forest ran
That\'s what I had learned enough of the lark and, -
In order to be light-sounding song of my life.
We all long to sacrifice -
as long as you do;
and, of course, bear fruit -
as long as you do;
when the fruit is not the flower,
when the frost affect you -
more uzsvilpo and sing -
as long as you can!. . .
There is a musical instrument - morning,
has a score of - a life
there are such things as - the strength and weakness.
And the sun gives you the first string.
begins to sing in autumn
and confusion in the number of years -
more cornflower
I swing your smile.
including its garden of flowers,
Do not the leaves that fall.
Including own golden days of hours.
Including own nights for the stars.
Number of its life by smiles,
But not the tears.
And for every birthday
Including its performance for friends
But not for years.
Couples forest birds went joins,
Then there will be snow finally jāizkūst,
In each of the small bird\'s wing
Part of our Spring will.
When I went to the birds of the forest joins
And when the snow finally started disintegrate,
Will of the bird to be on the wing
Spring is a small part.
not necessarily to say that youth is the happiest stage of life.
Happy is the man who thinks interesting thoughts.
It now appears that every year we become happier.