Там след края на света [Tam sled kraya na sveta] [English translation]

There, 100 years ago

There, colorful was the world

A memory brings me back

To my grandfather's house -

Always there.

There - child's laughter's ringing

There - our kingdom of games

With scraped knees

Riding the stars

We were chasing dreams -

Always there.

Smell of old wine

And some fig jam,

Hidden in the closet

Are still there.

There, 100 years ago

There, in my neighborhood -

Dusty cobblestones

Go down in my sleep

And the white clusters

Are still there.

Like smoke in the chimney

Childhood disappeared.

God, if you exist,

Bring me back there.

Like smoke in the chimney

Childhood disappeared.

God if you exist

Bring me back there ...

• Artist:Vasil Naydenov