The Song of Bulgaria

Listen to me – I am Bulgaria.
A piece of land in the shadow of the Balkan.
Tormented on the crossroad between Europe and Asia.
Ruined by slavery.
By useless policy and economy.
Forgotten by all.
I sing, when
tighten by tears up in my throat.
Dance in the fire to cool the pain.
My children seek their fortune in foreign parts.
I do not stop them – Mother’s fate.
I live in their hearts – like an unhealed wound.
Listen to me – I am Bulgaria.
My capital is named after the Greek name of wisdom.
My vales sweet with roses.
My songs soar in the outer space.
I am Bulgaria – and I am alive.

Copyright 2006 - Jonka Hristova
Translated by Zdravka Vladova-Momcheva