Bulgarian Colors

The place I am from, the roses are red with the blood of the warriors,

The ones who are proud, and strong, and victorious.

The warriors who build a country with the top of their spear,

The ones who ride and then live, all without fear.

The ones who fight to the death when everything slips through their fingers

The 500 year yoke is still in the air and it lingers.

The place I am from has its own legends,

the ones that are scary, and true, full of vengeance.

They talk about tribes, strong-willed and bloodthirsty rulers,

The kind who drink from an enemy skull, encrusted with jewels.

The place I am from has beautiful colors, strong and unyielding.

In that place the children grow up fast, their parents aren’t shielding

Them, from the past, and the present, and future

It’s part of the life, it’s part of the culture.

Bulgarians love strong, but their hate’s even stronger.

That’s what helped them their country to reconquer.

Our blood is crimson hot, and there is sweat on our foreheads

Hard work and convictions, that’s what moved us ahead,

The place I am from, the country is strong, but the family stronger.

You figure out early, it’s what helps you survive a bit longer.

The place I am from, we fought time, fears and enemies,

From one, to the next, through dozens of centuries.

The place I am from, the songs are sad, and are calling me.

Even the earth there smells so differently.

In that land, the “babas” are wiping their tears only in private,

That is what taught them standing up to the tyrants.

In the place where I am from, the mountains are haunting,

The water is crystal, and cool, the language is bonding.

The place I am from, we know what it means to be free

Through all of the years- one thousand three hundred thirty three,

We lived with the words “be dead or be free”.

And I am from there, and my children are too.

From a world that is as different, as it is true.

For we all carry the color of warriors in our veins,

We all hear the call, when it’s quiet and rains,

As you can be as far from Bulgaria as you may,

But she is always in you, and is there to stay.