Щурче [Šturče] [English translation]

Play, little cricket, play

Oh, drive me mad, don't stop

Although all people say

that crickets die while playing.

Where do I hear your voice from?

Are you not a sound illusion?

There aren't any crickets long ago

Amid this crazy motor roar.

Where do I hear your crying from?

Inside the heat of the concrete,

Do you still dream of lawns like me

And do you want to tell me something?

Or may be somehow

I have carried you into my soul,

And now, if I am not wrong,

From there I can hear your song.

Wherever you are staying now

please play, I'll sense your presence.

My not entirely forgotten life

will flow in me through you forever.

• Artist:Lili Ivanova
• Album:Щурче (1982)