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