BULGARIA TRANSLATE BY ANN WOOD
Bulgaria...Please... Forgive me...
My life may be a failure...
But who I am, where I came from I haven't forgotten...
Where I was born and lived...
Deep in my soul I kept it..!
Bulgaria is my country...
Even though I left it and went away...
And wherever I wander in the world...
Bulgaria is my homeland..!
And wherever I am... It hurts...
And the memory of it eats me up...
And my eyes fill with tears...
And grief crushes and drains me..!
And on the streets... And on benches I didn't sleep...
And I dragged, crawled and crawled...
And I was even a vagrant and a homeless person...
But I never hated it..!
My life is, perhaps, a failure...
And like a wanderer, I will leave the World...
And if one day I die far away...
With my soul I will be in my Homeland..!
Bulgaria..! My Homeland..!
Wherever I am... You hurt..!
My soul is forever yours..!
I beg you... To forgive her.!!!
Kaloyan HristovŠ️
Poetry by Ann Wood
Written on 2026-07-14 at 21:09
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