Galina Mihaylova & Anton Ivanov

New cemetery over Slivnitza


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.


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