Langue d'arrivée: Anglais
How many nights I didn’t sleep,
How many roads I walked-
to come back.
How many songs I sang,
How much pain I lived through-
to come back.
To my lovely country
to embrace mother, father and wife.
There, under the native sky
My child is waiting for me to come back.
My country, my Bulgaria,
My love, my Bulgaria,
My homesickness, my Bulgaria
The love makes me always turn back to you.
Even if I die unknown somewhere around the world
I’ll be back.
to my lovely country
to hug the grass and the native soil.
Let it become a stalk of flower
Let the well-known wind embrace me.
Let the native field
meet me with the song
when I come back.