Pirin morning

She did not believe you, like me, that the world is big and lonely ... ... an old song sings in a new day elixir is - the soul is a boat! Slowly simmer the coffee with a cup of coffee and reminds the crowds of the yard, and the cherry shadows ahead where ... where are you, people! Dead summer sleeps in his rays clattered cloud, but the world is great and sore under the vine lonely, thoughtful!