Мajcho

Oh, majcho Bulgarian,
How did you hear bagpipes playing
Rhodope in dark forests,
how sound and vocal --
drives sheep flocks.

Sycamore old
there HAIDUSHKATA edge meadow
tvojta keep track,
Song of the bagpipers
gigantic and green forests.

Rodopi majcho ... Rodopa!
One song away,
there one bagpipe playing
and you remember the heart,
unforgettable one old tyranny.

She was lying here five centuries,
tuck your songs
thy holy and glorious Bulgarian heroes.
Majcho but you do not forget
remember black and sizes combined ages.

Centuries in which you have not heard the song
did not hear ringing voice of the pipes,
but de rifles cracked in Batak.
Villages ... monasteries and churches are burning ...
... mothers and children - screaming and crying!

Oh, majcho ... iunashka dear,
God bless you,
that you edniyaka us to retain
protectable and loved.

Love

Love is the meaning of life. Beginning and end of a mortal soul. the artist she is "a symbol of the countless sacheneniya, novels, prose, art. For readers - it is a fire that must be controlled because if you love out of control, they izpepeli like wildfire, which can be controlled. Therefore it must be skillfully combined with feelings, humility, pride. When the fore, however, did not immediately throw in his arms, and although she captured and the first pa Know it and then devoted himself with all his heart and soul.

Love is like a prison, because once that is distinguished or entered into lonnoto and can not easily break away from it. Iron shackles of the hands, feet and heart, day and night as the stones weigh.
Among the biggest embezzlement have people who skillfully combine endearments of love with favors free life. Should not indulge, to ride the tide of love, but must be free to live and die.