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Upon my arrival to Bulgaria this time, I was whisked away from Sofia airport, straight to a tiny mountain village, complete with wolves, strawberries, sheep’s cheese and scandals, cold torrents and a million flowers, with a million bees to suit…

A lilting eternity tune came down from the long dark weight of clouds, jealously guarding the Pirin peak, pure and snowy, above us. When the weather cleared – an old mountain road, riddled with flowers… I wanted to LIVE inside their immensity. So I made us THiS SONG…

First smile of the morning
Do you know which one I mean?
Long lined horizons
This heart is following
Itself home

Last sigh of the evening
Do you know which one I mean?
Long lined horizons
This heart is following
Itself home

Praises, from dawn till sundown
Prayers through the dark…    

First smile of the evening
Do you know which one I mean?
Long lined horizons
This heart is following
Itself home

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