ГУНА ИВАНОВА ИВА И ВЕЛИСЛАВА КОСТАДИНОВИ Българийо ти наша майко свята live

Carried away by the fiery spirit And the horse's shoe here was driven in, the warriors rushed upon Asparuh And I hear the horse hooves from the Balkans carried by the fiery spirit The city is beautiful, the Balkans under the ginger's war Bulgaria, our holy mother, your beauty is a heavenly paradise. When quietly I lie in the earth, with love she will embrace me and the finger Our solar homeland, Thrace and proud Pirin We are loyal to her, we will never fall for her, not even one of us So little is needed for Bulgaria to know that it is one in the world. A gate creaks inside the Balkans, a clear song echoes. Bulgarian, our holy mother, your beauty is a heavenly paradise. When quietly I lie in the earth, may my crown be the song. Let the crown be my song.