Banks of the River Maritsa

The world is not getting better, when someone goes away. Do you let your bull to shed anger and evil insults - you will reap the dark winds or unwanted storms. Man has been growing for centuries. But it takes a moment to break. No weeds - rye - she spins and brings the bread. Listen to the spring rain - he in tune with the bird chants. Be without grotesque, but spiritually pure, the night will be sweet - a naive hooligan, under which an ant hid. What to do with you? Shadows are not worth lying. It is a day to understand, that we are dead, is even alive. that he grunted us without mercy in the way clock with viper arrows. The world is not wider, even if someone comes.