“My sorrow in the nights of past I left, all the sadness from your lack, at rest, since you’re with me, lacking, the world is aglow, back at folk advice I throw; if I took advice, I’d about you forget, I’d think of another, myself loose I’d let, yet I wouldn’t always remain just this calm, confined in myself, I’d hold me in my palm…” PastSadnessAdviceSorrowLackingConfinedLackNightsFolkHolding Yourself Book:На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings... Source: На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...