Wind Blows, Balkan moans

Pesnopoyka

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 and Knives
will be zazvanchat.

Levski voice
call us
Turkish voice
running away from us.