Хайдути [Khajduti] [English translation]

Come, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,

And I will take up the tune

With songs of our heroes, of hajduks,

Songs of aged voivodes.

Let the lads hear and the lasses

At spinning-parties and wassails;

The champions up in the mountains,

The men as they sit in the taverns:

Hey!

Let them hear what kind of children

Heroic Bulgarian mothers have born us!

What kind of young men our country,

Our beautiful country has nurtured.

Happy is he who is able

To avenge all his will and his honour -

To do good to those that deserve it,

To slash at the bad with his dagger...

So I will take up my song now!

Hey!

Let them hear what kind of children

Heroic Bulgarian mothers have born us!

What kind of young men our country,

Our beautiful country has nurtured.

And should anyone want to suffer,

Should I say of him 'Poor devil?'

A hero puts up with no burdens -

For I have said and still say it:

Hey!

Let them hear what kind of children

Heroic Bulgarian mothers have born us!

What kind of young men our country,

Our beautiful country has nurtured.

• Artist:Epizod
• Album:Българският бог