The ball-gun burst, startled Europe

The ball-gun burst, startled Europe What’s new new happened new happened Klissura in stone? empty Klissura become Muscovites and Panagyurishte – Cossacks! Voivoda they were George Benkovski waving flag Raina girl. Their tops were cherry tree Their cannon were drop-scales. The ball burst, Europe startled Russia jumped Gorge to defend.  

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There was fight

There was fight There was fight, beating our hearts here are close dushmani Our load. Courage Battalion, true conspiracy, we are not ready now submissive paradise! Let the world to show Let him proudly brothers prove that we have broken the dirty chains that we are free and not slaves! Mate, Bulgarian brothers in paint […]

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Bulgarians heroes

Bulgarians heroes Dobri Chintulov Bulgarians heroes will you still sleeping? The flags dike, to be free! A lion, wake up dalbokiy of sleep shouted loudly out of the Balkans. Sums up his children Backwoods, strong in their hearts kindle fire! They are in the forest will be sberat, then in the garden will crawl. Alas, […]

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Wind Blows, Balkan moans

Wind Blows, Balkan moans Dobri Chintulov Wind Blows, Balkan moaning himself a champion horse the trumpet summons a brother: all weapons! The time has come, come, sleep wake up pretty slavery and tyranny, all weapons! Who wears men’s heart and Bulgarian name to gird thin sword flag to develop! Guns and cannons resounded as, Swords […]

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Where is Bulgaria

Where is Bulgaria Ivan Vazov You ask me then dawn May shine the first time ask me dei ground As most love in the world. Tamo I will answer, Where they ley White River, be between East Black Sea rebels and shone. Tamo Where they exalt Proud Stara Planina December Maritza quiet exceed across the […]

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Arise, arise, Balkan Superman

Arise, arise, Balkan Superman Dobri Chintulov Get up, get Balkan Superman deep sleep wake up people against Ottoman Bulgarians your faults ! That bloody tears Strait slavery in our nation miles ; He extends his hands high to deliver vishniy god ! So many Nee suffered but that’s all come to tolerate , to be […]

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Fatherland

Fatherland text P.R. Slavejkov music Em. Manolov Thou art the fatherland name sweet land paradise. Heart young and innocent you flickers and play. Dear my mountains and the north and south. Hollows, valleys, striated with our plow. My mouth sweet word will be this area, where River Vardar, Struma and his Maritza flow. Dor of […]

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