Flickers

Maison (Home)

Where do we go? When we no longer have a home? The flowers under the concrete, Mom, Tell me, Where are we going? Will we ever really know? Or do we just pretend, all the time? Where does the heart go when it gets lost? In doubts and winters? Why do the days look the same? Do we ever see what we put together? Mom, tell me. Beyond the storm, there is Love, love, love, When the sky opens, Everything becomes calm again And everything is fine. Where does it go? Happiness, this fragile thread, When it falters and breaks? Mom, tell me, Where does it go? Why does the world seem so big, When we become a little bigger than before? What happens to the dreams that slip away? And the memories we forget? Will I always have questions? Maybe I'll make songs out of them. Mom, tell me. Beyond, There is a storm Love, love, love, When the sky opens, Everything becomes calm again And all is well.

An Opening for the Singer!

July - Summer

Do you feel this warmth in the air?
there between the clouds we will fall two
and we will ride the wind
that will carry us to the sea
and there all the dolphins
will wave their fins
and you laugh so sweetly
from a pink pelican

summer!
you are my summer!
I am your summer!
you are my summer!
I am yours

you are my summer, I am yours
you are mine

I don't want to give your gaze
to the cold wind
I don't want to give your gaze
to the yellowed leaves
I don't want to give your gaze
to the smell of ripe apples
I don't want to give your gaze
to the damned November!
(x3)

I don't want to give your gaze! (x3)
I don't want to give your!
I don't want to give your gaze (х3)
to the damned November!

Silver Linings...

Kor Arab

Gankino Horo (Bulgarian Folk Dance)