Sniegpaarslas
'I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style. And so I came to see him to listen for a while...'

Kraasns kuraas- uguns liesminjas jautri leekaa pa sparkshkjoshaam pagaleem. Sveces liesminja. Miers.

'And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...'

Karsta kafija. Cigaretes. Iekshaa - manas gaishzilaas debesis, aaraa - klusa sniegpaarslinju deja. Atveru logu. Iekaartojos uz palodzes. Fonaa  Roberta Flack.  Jau atkal bija piemirsies kaa tas ir - justies mieriigi un labi.

'I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...'