Edna golqma lubov......koqto veche q nqma.....kakto jivota mi koito veche go nqma....zashtoto ti beshe moqt jivot...i sega kogato te nqma az sam martav i prosto sashtestvuvam.......
dropping and
the rain forgot how to bring salvation
the dogs were barking at the new moon
Whistling a new tune
Hoping it would come soon so that they could die.