Viss ir redzams

In the spring wind, awaken a thought Wake-n blowing horizon ... The river of lunar chain Soma flow of eternity The rare stone beaten path. Bathed in foam ancestral Ruby heated flows The spirit of fire burned tongue, Place last night long While old and without shadow. In the spring wind, wake up going, From a body mist-nflăcărată Sipped the stars sidereal, Variety of plasma neînchegată, Enchanted water wire. Grab-n desire spring wind S n as a blow to come. The earth to catch the body, As the dream to rise And his hands to give birth deed.