Мajcho

Oh, majcho Bulgarian,
How did you hear bagpipes playing
Rhodope in dark forests,
how sound and vocal --
drives sheep flocks.

Sycamore old
there HAIDUSHKATA edge meadow
tvojta keep track,
Song of the bagpipers
gigantic and green forests.

Rodopi majcho ... Rodopa!
One song away,
there one bagpipe playing
and you remember the heart,
unforgettable one old tyranny.

She was lying here five centuries,
tuck your songs
thy holy and glorious Bulgarian heroes.
Majcho but you do not forget
remember black and sizes combined ages.

Centuries in which you have not heard the song
did not hear ringing voice of the pipes,
but de rifles cracked in Batak.
Villages ... monasteries and churches are burning ...
... mothers and children - screaming and crying!

Oh, majcho ... iunashka dear,
God bless you,
that you edniyaka us to retain
protectable and loved.