A keresés eredménye

We're coming, we're coming, you damn rabble!

We're coming, we're coming, you damn rabble!
Face us and start shaking out of fear!
Look, the fields of Thrace
Are full of countless warriors.
 
The enemy has enslaved our land,
He tramped on it for centuries.
The day for retribution has come.
The war horn is calling for us.
 
Let bright faith in our strength
Warms our hearts!
Over the Balkan and Rilla
Peace and harmony will reign!
 
We're coming, we're coming, you damn rabble!
Face us and start shaking out of fear!
Look, the fields of Thrace
Are full of countless warriors.
 

A song about the silent feat

The unknown feat I glorify,
The one that’s not built into a monument -
but through it passes calmly
the peaceful day of the homeland.
 
I glorify silent boys.
They do not die under a flag.
They do not sing beautifully in the fight
and are friends with the ruthless death.
 
They live without glory, without a name.
They secretly carry duty and honor.
And leave women and loved ones
at the happiest hours of the night.
 
and forgot the tender caresses -
convinced and almighty - they go
to tear innocent masks,
under which the enemy hides.
 
If necessary - among the enemy’s’ nets
they perish without a sign.
The buildings shine for their consolation
and the red flag flies.
 
and the calm morning rises
dedicated to their honor -
as a monument white shines
the peaceful day of the homeland