Slavi Trifonov and Kuku Bend
Epilogue
LYRICS
Balkan Babylon.
Here God’s fury is scattered people who speak more than one hundred different languages and dialects. And among all this uproar of screams prejudices, its way an ancient common language music. Balkan music, different and equal. Rich as simple as life and death. The language in which one day will again build the Tower of Babel. We will repeat creation before sin. This day starts today. The Day the Balkan gathered, not to war but to build. To build a tower of music.