On all of them, what I understood once
That of the past was,I am not searching
Newer bundles,I release it
The time rotting his weight
Rose the colour of his fragrance
Real,gesture soft
Smile a human life
Where Latvian?
I do not look for newer bundles
Releases the lost time
The weight of lead,that my chest
Plays the trumpet sitting,that battle
A man is lost.
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