Haidouks (Khristo Botev Poems)
Father and SonCome, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,And I will take up the tuneWith songs of our heroes, of ...
Father and SonCome, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,And I will take up the tuneWith songs of our heroes, of ...
1868Don't cry, mother, don't grievethat I grew up as an outlaw,an outlaw, mother, a rebel,and abandoned you to your sorrow,mourning ...
In the glade a pipe is played,By the forest green and still,Where Stoyana, fair, sweet maid,Runs for water to the ...
In sorrow youth passes, in sorrows and pains,Angrily boils the blood in the veins;Lowering brows - the mind cannot see,Is ...
A cloud of darkness has appearedfrom the mountains and the forest:does it mean a gentle drizzleor a terrifying tempest?Ah, granddad, ...
Put aside that song of love,do not fill my heart with pain -I'm young but I don't know of youthand ...
He lives, still he lives! In the mountain fast,soaked in blood, he lies and groans,a rebel, wounded in the chest,a ...
Hurry, stranger, quickly cometo your father's home at last,do a dance before his home,join the dance the pass across."Welcome" you ...
"Rejoice, o people! Old and youngPraise God today, and praise the king!'Tis Saint George's Day," the sheep gave tongueAs they ...
Was it you, mother, with your tearful song,was it you who cursed me three years' longto be a luckless, drifting ...
O my God, my righteous God.Not you, in heaven apart,but you, who are within me, God -within my soul and ...
Our feelings have made of us brothersand our hidden thoughts have a same set,I do not believe there's one thingon ...
It's difficult to live, my brother,among such thick-skulled blunderheads;the fires of my youth are smothered,my heart is torn to bitter ...
A patriot be - for knowledge, freedom,The soul's too small a price to pay!Mind you, not his soul, my brothers,The ...
O you, my Mother, my Native Land,Why is your cry so sad and heart-rending!And you, O Raven, accursed bird,On whose ...
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