Snow peeling up over Pirin,
in a fight last young hero died ..
not won a lifetime treasure,
May won nine hot wounds.
two peregrine over Pirin howl,
two eyes will drink lustily,
exuberant blood soaks into the ground
and he died for freedom .. (x2)
tonight Gray moon poor,
but for him it will be the last ..
lovemaking vain to expect,
his mother to the grave will complain ..