Vutre v tumnata gora na Vitosha, pliska kladenche pod ohranata na Bay Lisan
Sutrin rano na Baira s purvite petli, idva cyalo stado s medni pribori
No Bay Lisan ne puska vseki da pie ot lechebnata voda
Smurtno bolni ochi se oglezhdat v kristalen vodoley
I edin sled drug, gniyat i ruzhdyat, hranyat zemyata
Nyama spasenie, dazhe i gorskite idat da gi grumnat
Kum Mechok lyutiv i zul, bere siromak ot bogatash
I go vodyat kum stariya buhul, no yunakut bez podaruk
Abe, yunache, shto si trugnal tui, bez elek, zhiletka i kalpak?
"Slushaite me gorski, nishto e v men, samo umut si moga da vi dam. No tryabva u doma na trapeza da donesa, zabranena vitoshka voda. S koyato mozhe da se vizhda dalechnoto nebe ot staria svyat."
"Ela togava da pomudrish s staria buhul
Pa she vidim dali shte pusne pri vulcite."
Visoki kushti, kum planina, no ot glina, ne ot kamanak
Mudrosta e leka i lesna, lekotata e mudrost
Istinata e prazna, a bezdelieto mudrost
V kalni lokvi sa napisani nashte sveti knizha
Edin Paisii da beshe tuka, da go mu drasnem daskalo
I taka nashiat geroy uspya, pusnaha go da pie vitoshka chorba
No gorskite voinici oshte pazyat Stariat Taen Isvor. Koi znae koi shte doide sled vreme?
Mozhe bi edin skromen maniak
Burning and slaying the f**ing wisdom
Primitive journey to the stars, where the gods travel and fight. Lead us to the lost realms of idleness