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Don’t be offended, my dear Bulgaria,
but I don’t know how to live in you.
To exist, to die slowly –
Yes I can. But I’m going crazy.
I will be sad, my dear homeland,
i will look at the stars every night
Because the sky is for everyone
and you can watch from afar with me.
I will look for you among a thousand cultures
and to warm myself with a Rhodope rug.
I’ll howl at the brine moon
I will run to find a village church.
Forgive me, holy, dear Motherland!
I know that I leave you in pain.
My betrayal is unforgivable –
traitors will remain in you.
Am I a coward, my holy Bulgaria?
But can I survive in you?
Parents tell me to run
my children make me live!
I’m leaving, but I’ll always remember you
I will give your tongue to other people,
I will tell you, I will be restless
I will pray for you day and night.
And I will return, my dear Motherland,
even if I die, I WILL COME BACK!
Let me taste your red wine
and to turn into a handful of fingers in you…
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