те затрудни. Дай сега да те видим що за стока си. Преведи ей те туй на български.


Come, Grandfather, blow on your pipe now,
And I will take up the tune
With songs of our heroes, of haidouks,
Songs of voivodes, of chieftains,
Of Chavdar the terrible haidouk,
Of Chavdar the captain of old,
The son of Petko the Fearsome!
Let the lads hear and the lasses
At spinning-parties and wassails;
The champions up in the mountains,
The men as they sit in the taverns:
Let them hear what kind of children
Heroic Bulgarian mothers
Have born us and bear even now,
What kind of young men our country,
Our beautiful country has nurtured,
And still nurture even today.
For oh, I am weary, Grandfather,
Of hearing nothing but love-songs,
Of singing only of sorrows,
The poor people's sorrows, Grandfather,
Or else of my own petty worries,
My worries and sorry afflictions!