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You, my solely ones by blood, by destiny, by language…
How can I come to your help with my so feeble cry…
How can I offer you a cup of religion… A handful of braveness… A pinch of braveness…
I – somewhat poet… A pitiful namesake of yours.
A mighty track…And a flag unfurled… In opposition to open-chested rifles
And hooray! And the enemy retreats… And was it… With us? Earlier than!
And we’re the identical… The identical… Bulgarians! Wonderful folks!
However we’re silent… However we anticipate…. One thing… An illusory jackpot.
Poor beggars… They put within the pan… We sing cheerful songs out loud.
Onya comes… He collects our parsa… And on the backside – one thing for us.
Alleged protests… Oh properly… One-dayers… Shouting at one another in that sq..
Parliaments… Moments… And ments… He smirks in his palace.
And subsequent to it palace after palace… And in them scum subsequent to scum.
Ah, the place are you outdated track: “Horse to horse and bayonet to bayonet.”
You, my solely ones, by blood, by language, by destiny…
I do know it appears pointless to battle anymore.
However nonetheless… However at some point… When… He might be lengthy with out me…
They’ll rise…Superior… The kids… Inherited our gene.
And having crossed international instructions… They’ll return house once more.
To kiss the exhausting… Black… Place of origin.
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