New cemetery over Slivnitza
Dead, ye other regiment past,
December will leave our call to arms,
ye fraternal embrace, lying
and “Good night” ever say to yourself –
the second tube.
But just fell here burlivi children?
Throne for you gold for someone you image?
Yes it was – would remain alive
you would not come across as arrogant
bullet … Sleep in peace.
Bulgarians, they died for you,
I was one worthy for them,
and they are worthy of you, Mother, were
And your name only cat I muttered,
died without fear.