He who travels Will never be the same No matter if far oversees Or to the town across the river It’s step by step The traveler...

The man whistles sad songs in the morning And when he’s had wine in the evening He sings them aloud Not always sad Sometimes about...

Птиците се връщат от юг И слънцето изгрява от изток Както бабата пали печката за пореден път На селото покрай реката Под топлото...

Marko stared through the window He had lived alone for a while Looking after himself It was not a massive task He got it done, the...

It had been a year since Stoyan last went to the village bar. And so he walked there. He had a beer and greeted the ladies. They greeted...

Viktor walked outside and sat down by the pond He thought long about his girlfriend Studying abroad far up north The bright moon lit the...

Roman overlooks the village And wipes the sweat of his hands His thougts all over the place The house untidy as ever He survives day by...

Vlado’s pen moves across the paper His morning writing He does it each day As his coffee is brewing And his wife is away His words are...

Morning sun rays hit the Lake Lagoda waters Lighting up the room Dmytri Zolotov of Archangelsk sleeps in He awakes and gets dressed,...

Ripe grapes on the vines, rain drops running down them. Little spiders, hiding behind green leaves. Grape pickers ready for harvest, it’s...

Тъжно ми е много, като тръгва влака Ще ми липсват, чудните вечери Такива, не съм имал от години Боли ми сърцето, че тръгва влака ...

Young, pretty and restless All time on our side There’s a lot of good to do And so much to see So just take this moment And make it...

A secluded balcony Away from the afternoon heat Along goes the river Just behind the small street The view of green hills A fresh breeze...

She dances, gently touching the floor with her shoes Floating above it, forgetting about gravity The dark eyes, deep and sparkling ...

There's not always strict joy Moods change in each moment Dark moonlit skies and the rise of the sun The change of the tides and birds...

Golden domes on churches, reflecting bright sunbeams Cobblestone streets, as wide smiles with yellow teeth Trams crawling slowly, past...

Sometimes it dawns on me All the hate in this world It bursts through the cracks Of a nice afternoon It seems to crush love And the...

Step after step, wide views and dense forests Until you must rest, because your feet hurt Pick a marked trail, or cross through a meadow...

Wherever your head sinks, deep into the pillow You stare at the ceiling, it reflects some sad shades During such moments, travel might...

Through winding curves, past crossroads The road is right open Wide views of mountains, crowded city streets Workers passing by, sunken...