A forest bathed in gold,
Heavy branches of the earth,
The last flock is going away,
The tired leaves are falling down.
Our southern sun is smiling,
The white “Thracian wind is running
And the amber wheat grain is shining
In the hands of a good friend….
Oh, How beautiful the earth is today
And the road beneath my feet is still.
And the forest is already tuned-
Ready to start singing my verse….