Oblache, ne se surdi, u doma te chaka domakinya
Cyal Svyat si vidyal, i vse si stoish snezhno byal
Zvezdite na nebeto pak shepnat po mezhdu si
I pletat noshtno cherzhe s koprinena mugla
Nebeto staro tiho pada i se sriva v moite dlani
Nebeto gulta cherni pari i zatrupva kashturki pod snega
Oblache, ne se plashi, tozi batalyon ot buri ti e druzhina
Da veesh dobre nad tezi sela, pyasakut na kusnata zima
Snezhni demoni stoyat na kreposti po Vitosha
Mracni bolyari revat i preryazvat noshtnata aura
Old Clouds and winds of the south, open the gates of the gloomy balkan. So the Fog can pa**, into the fields of tracia, into the valleys of tundzha, struma and marica
Poleto razhda tikvi
Planinata geroi