Хубава си, моя горо [Hubava si moia goro] [Bulgarian translation]

How beautiful you are, oh, forest of mine

You smell like youth

But you bring in our hearts

Only grief and pain.

Once somebody sees you

He's bound to be mourning

For he can't fade away

Under your shadows.

Your oaks and beech trees,

Your bushy shrubs,

And the flowers, and the springs.

The fat sheep, and the peony, and the herbage,

And your freshness,

Everything, I say,

Sometimes a bullet pierces my heart

Which is always ready to weep

Whenever it sees

That nature has something new to offer

Whenever it sees how the spring

Is sending away anility

And under the snow and the cold

There's a new life waiting for its rebirth.

And whenever someone

Has to leave you already

He can't forget you

Until his dying day.

• Artist:March songs