Esil Dyuran
Country
LYRICS
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I think they Rodino and hear as music moan at me,
your bedside trees kiss and meet the down of birds captured.
Report peasant pain became the straw in rural vestibule,
a small and not very strong, a Bulgarian anti-Jesus.
who walked by you bride with dagger and Thracian bag
and adolescent still fit in zigzag of Thy fate.
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And when you burst over an autumn new dawn,
its quiet poetic lot, he chose misery and doom.
With this selection worrisome and complex I ask you above all adversities and
over my grave poor put in midnight blue stars.
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