That was the last night of the battle to death There among corpses and terrible moaning Samuil's standing at the abandoned and boundless field His black hair flowing, his head held up in proud Wrapped up by the dark, bent over his crown Lost down in his thoughts of dismal
Distant shout in the dark woke up pains in his soul Torn out messenger, pale like the Death Was riding up his way bringing sad message along to him
"They're coming back, my great master, All twelve regiments captured, crippled and blinded Each hundred off warriors handed by one-eyed mate To lead them the way"
And the courage died frozen in his heart of stone Standing up, from the hill Samuil Saw the dungeon inside With strong hand and roaring voice Let this oath to pass with the wind
"Oh! Mother of misery Your tears seeded on the ground To grow up and raise from dead The greatest Bulgarian sons"
The forest was his eternal home The immortal sky was a shelter The wind was his closest ally The darkness, his guardian AngelTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
