Daleko zad zimnite pustri planini,
Se chuvat zvuncheta na kukeri.
Slunceto leko trepti, zaoda.
Syankata mu pada nad 3 celi grada.
Vecher stava, no edna malka grupa voivodi,
Shtuka burzo iz nivi i livadi.
Na put za malka taina vesela oteha,
sled uzhasen boi..

..Boi, trustikata gi pazi,
bodli na hrasti samo tyah ne rezhat.
Haiduti, no predi dulgo vreme
v starata era na ezicheskiat Suyuz.

Vratichka se otvarya ryazko, dim posreshta beli lica.
Edna stara kuha kruchma, na kraya na sveta.
Prashni kartini na starite bogove
Dazhe i na dobri i loshi duhove.

Stribogg duha na ednata.
Svarrogh pali ogun na druga.
Ashdaha puska kucheta.
Stopan priema dar.

I kruv se lee po durveniat pod.
Chorbadzhia nagrabil burzo nozha.
Pa namushkal yunaci v grub
Da ne razberat koi risuva bogovete.
Edin chorbadzhii s dripi i suho pivo.
Tozi samoten han, e nachaloto na veka.
Nikoi ne znae, bitovite taini..
Ogun Pali, izgarya, yunashki surca...

Lunna Aurora prosti mi,
Che ti biya chetata.
Ludi babi igrayat s luchite,
Na tvoito intelegetno seme.

Na pii ot moyat bidon.
Ne vizhdash li, Nav sym.
Nazdrave za vechna umora
Nazdrave za Bulgaria.

Eh ti cheren vyatur, 100 godini sum ti bil gospodar.
No sega me otvei, dinastia bez vustania i buntovnici.
Nov den, nova vecher, vse gi chakah tiya voivodi.
No sega te men da me chakat...Vetre..

"Chuh tvoyata misul, bratko lyubim.
Tova plato da napusnem,
Sbogom za starite poleta.
k__cho, nii sme zaedno uragan v slamena gorica.
Pa haide, stiga veselbi, stiga igri.
"Namerih ni myasto za zimen syn.
No purvo prez gradovete na horata."

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English Translation:

Far away, beyond the motley/deserted mountains
ring the bells of kukeri [ritual dancers].
The Sun slightly flickers as it sets,
it shadow falls over three entire cities.

The evening comes, but a small band of warchiefs
quickly moves through fields and meadows
on its way to a small, secret, merry solace
after a horrible battle.

Battle, the reeds guard them,
the thorns of bushes don't cut them,
Haidouks [outlaws, rebels], but long ago,
in the old age of the Pagan Union.

A small door quickly opens, smoke meets white faces,
an old hollow tavern, at the end of the world.
Dusty images of the old gods,
and even of good and bad spirits:

Stribogg blowing on one.
Svarrogh lighting a fire on another.
Ashdaha letting dogs loose.
Stopan accepting a gift.

And blood spills upon the wooden floor,
the innkeeper has swiftly grabbed the knife
and stabbed the heroes in the back
so they don't find out who's painting the gods.
A wealthy man in rags, with dry mead.
This lonely inn is the turn of the century.
Nobody knows the secrets of the folk...

Fire sets ablaze, burns heroes' hearts...

Lunar Aurora, forgive me
that I'm slaying your band
Mad hags play with the rays
of your intelligent seed.

Here, drink from my barrel
Don't you see, I'm Nav.
Cheers for eternal fatigue!
Cheers for Bulgaria!

Eh, you, black wind, I've been your master for 100 years.
But now blow me away, a dynasty with no uprisings or rebels.
A new day, a new evening, I've always waited for these warchiefs.
But now, let them wait for me...
Wind...

I heard your thought, beloved brother.
Let's leave this plateau[/swamp/plane?],
goodbye to old fields.
We are together a hurricane in a forest of straw.
Now come on, enough revelry and games.
I've found us a place for winter sleep,
but, first, through the cities of men...

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