Alder turns yel-
Low and wind is
Changeful. Dust turns on hill
Stairway to dell
Your white frock gleams
"Girl, it is autumn still."

Révolution
And ragged scamps
Fliting in wind like bill
Prostitution
Girls and street lamps
This is a good town still

Café at nine
Occupation
Latvian working class
Coffee and wine
Glowing neon
In hand is shining glass

The glowing shawl
Beautiful dreams
In park I kiss your face
Heaven is hall
Trees like black streams
Still it's a palmy place
I leave choking with tears
I know, there, where misty veil
Shades the road, stays
Riga, my love