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We did not mess with the squad, byo.
We misplaced the boys in useless.
We died in useless, Bulgaria.
They beat us like a canine. So let’s.
A slave is a slave.
What are 5 centuries a slave?
As quickly as shepherds hid their flocks
and imply paths identified to us.
Can we cling our heads proud
Anatolian dervishes had been killing.
And all night time poor Okolchitsa
silent blood was absorbing us.
What a day it was! Our foreheads tingled.
Lead them sizzling.
The wind cursed by the rubble.
Eagles swooped closely.
And I fulfilled the prayer. Our our bodies slept –
ragged, downtrodden, wild.
And we cursed and cried, Deacon:
– Will the residing be resurrected in Bulgaria!
The winds are our ideas
and darkish water is our sorrow.
Like a cloudy sky we’re hanging –
200 mute ominous bells.
Deader than the lifeless, pricey individuals,
dwell off livestock, items and livestock,
we’ll take over the steamship once more with a thunderbolt
and we’ll perish once more! I signal: Botev.
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