O Macedoniо, sister of Mysia and Thrace, why do you curse,
why do you so cruelly trample your children, to whom do you condemn them?
You are chasing your original Bulgarian blood, which way are you going?
Weep for the suffering of generations, don't deny it.
Don't hide your sorry past, don't hide it.

Deny your will to purify your consciousness.
Put out the fire of discord, shelter the spirits of our common history.
The past is the fuel of the future, the air of your breath.
Honor your heroes, don't divide the people and don't sow agony.
We know of your age-old torments, we hear your present sobs.

Macedonio, dear sister, you burn the memory of your children.
You drive your Bulgarian children out of the oven of your father's fire, you pour out duplicity. Why do you **** your history, why do you pour out wrong anger?
Your ancestors, the forgotten heroes, have left a memory of greatness.
Do you remember the ages bathed in masculine power and eternal glory?

Your children, an integral part of a long-suffering family, seek protection.
Have you forgotten that blood does not mix with water, and that the old Bulgarian thrones, with which fate has gifted you, rise near Vardar.
Know that a tree without its roots under the firmament perishes, and you yourself are too proud, without turning to your sisters you depress.

Macedonia, didn't your rebels lay down their bones for freedom?
Do not bury your Bulgarian memory, do not abuse your dear children with malice.
Don't forget your real enemy, and he is self-serving and conquers you.
Let your children grow in your springs, and when they grow up to rise up, with heroic strength to protect you from your evil ones.

People, do not stop seeking and asserting your true nature.
Remember the work of your ancestors, fight for their souls to rest.
Where songs are sung, where poems are read, life burns.
Voivodes are born to wash away the common shame and unite the people.
Heroes who will revive the fatherland from the ashes of the rout.

Where it has flowed, it will flow again..

Your soft, shining tresses light the path of love,
and your sky-blue eyes keep me from cold and sadness.
Your artfully sculpted beauty is like no other.

Although you are far from me, know that you will always excite me.
I will be euphoric when you mention my name.
I am for you and you are for me and always will be, Victoria.

Even if the coldest winter envelops us, know
that somewhere there will be someone to hug you.
And from the other side of the world, my heart will tremble for you.

The Leaf flows in the air waves
Gold glows in the skies
the wind guides its path forward

Your eyes shine like crystals
they are azure blue like the heavens.
Your words flow deep like rivers, they intoxicate me like the rain the grass.
Your lips are like forest roads crossing fields. They lead me along the path to the moon, where the stars speak verses and light the morning spark.

The pink sunset gently caresses the lilacs.
They are guests at the awakening of the blossoming breath of spring.
Accept my sensual embrace
and let the spring flowers show my love for you.

Milk-white trees cross in the light waves of the wind.
Cherry branches sway and calmly sing
to the twitching forsythia and the dance of emerald fields.
In front of this morning landscape I say out loud: "Welcome, my spring!"

Strawberry rivers in daylight cross my path, and crimson pomegranate hearts passionately kiss the surface.
The aroma of the crisp coffee leads me
to your captivating beauty, stopping time for the felt moment,
when together with you we become one.

Nature wakes up to give birth to
the colorful children of mother earth.
We gather together in devotion,
cherishing our love with symphony notes and the vibrations of vivid emotions.

The crunchy chocolate starts to melt,
and the sun arrives to warm us.
Raindrops drown us in a stream of unity and a new beginning comes in our souls. Let our eyes open our hearts, to accept the shades of the light.

Her eyes are shining emeralds and her breath is the scent of cinnamon.
Her lips are caramel, she steps elegantly like a gazelle.
She fills me up, the thread between us is so strong
butterflies flutter from her voice, her hair flutters like crimson streaks, and I immerse myself completely in her abundant beauty.
Time remembers only what is real.
Her kiss banishes laziness, and her maiden bliss
preserves our moment from here to eternity.
Devotion is our journey.
Life is our destination.
We awaken in the senses.
The ****** of love is that everything shines when she is near.
Let's dance together under the moonlight
and we wake up together with joyful eyes under sunlight
and cherish our moment from here to eternity.

Mist arising from the palms of his hands,
dark clouds with red linings above his lands.
He was red-hot under the collar picturing an ugly view.

A man demanding everybody to obbey his iron commands.
Jack would get irritated if someone accidentally approached his yards.
Mixing water with wine was his most favorite thing to do.

People were scared from his red-like shadow.
Their blood ran cold and adrenaline grow,
emotions flow, fears show, minds slow.