Текст песни Шесть мертвых болгар - Мой костер в тумане светит

My fire in the fog light;
Sparks go out on the fly ...
At night we met no one ;
We are on the bridge .

Night will take place - and spozaranok
In the steppe far , my dear,
I'll go with the crowd of Roma
For kibitka nomadic .

In parting shawl with fringe
You pull the knot on me :
As it ends , with you
We went in those days.

Someone I predict fate ?
Someone tomorrow , my falcon ,
On my breast untie
Knot tied with you?

Remember, if different,
Other sweet loving,
Will be singing songs , playing
Kneeling at you!

My fire in the fog light;
Sparks go out on the fly ...
At night we met no one ;
We are on the bridge .