Galina Mihaylova & Anton Ivanov



Peyo Yavorov

My soul is humble prisoner,
capture’s your soul! – Captured,
my soul is quiet in both eyes,
My soul and asks wedged:
she asks; – I watch you; – Come a century…
Soul enchantress silent.
My soul is struggling in hunger and thirst,
but your soul is not calling
your soul, and divinity child…
Silence reigns in your eyes:
your soul is perhaps ashamed
its magical celebration.

The translation is not professional and it is only to provide approximate information about the content of Bulgarian text.



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