Песен моя, обич моя [Pesen moya, obič moya] [English translation]
Песен моя, обич моя [Pesen moya, obič moya] [English translation]
Clouds they bring me today
In my white hands this song
Passed, without news for me
But look how the world is so fairy-like
Is it possible only from one
so small a song to bloom every flower
to rain every day and light to shine
and love to be in the people's hearts?
Song of my days, my beloved
Like the morning, like a flower scatter in the world!
Only with a song, only a song
to find, to reveal the love.
Only with a song, only a song
to find, to reveal the love.
I know that this little song here
Someone will wish to sing it -
Will see that we are today
So close to each other's hearts.
And the song shall bond us, surely,
From all other things more strongly
and my world shall be so brightest
and the sea and the sky more ocean-like.
Song of my days, my beloved,
Like a morning, like a flower scatter in the world!
Only with the song - this song of mine
I shall find and reveal my love.
May with the song, only with this song
to find, to reveal my love.
- Artist:Yordanka Hristova
- Album:Трети фестивал на песента „Златният Орфей“ (1967)