Bulgaria Songtext
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Bulgaria Songtext
I draw the blinds within my old apartment
Lock old doors and disconnect the phone
I felt a ghost, a memory of my childhood
And now I need to be alone
I heard a name that used to be familiar
In a tongue that used to be my one
I felt a rush, the plucking of my heart strings
And the beat within my [?]
Oh my Bulgaria
Where have you been hiding?
With your rosy valleys winding
Through your Balkan mountain land
You′re my Bulgaria
Bear on my horizons
You speak to me in silence
And wistfully I offer you my hand
An endless youth, a happiness eternal
A garden wild, a Mirabelle, a tree
I see a face, the morning stars of Knezha
And the kiss that haunts my dreams
I made a bow the day of my departure
And hung the Mar de Knezha [?] from the plane
To let a [?] full whisper of nostalgia
Sing me back to you again
Oh my Bulgaria
Where have you been hiding?
With your rosy valleys winding
Through your Balkan mountain land
You're my Bulgaria
Bear on my horizons
You speak to me in silence
And wistfully I offer you my hand
From July through August and September
Mirabelles stew in every pot
Mama laid in bottles of Rakia
May the winter be forgot
Lock old doors and disconnect the phone
I felt a ghost, a memory of my childhood
And now I need to be alone
I heard a name that used to be familiar
In a tongue that used to be my one
I felt a rush, the plucking of my heart strings
And the beat within my [?]
Oh my Bulgaria
Where have you been hiding?
With your rosy valleys winding
Through your Balkan mountain land
You′re my Bulgaria
Bear on my horizons
You speak to me in silence
And wistfully I offer you my hand
An endless youth, a happiness eternal
A garden wild, a Mirabelle, a tree
I see a face, the morning stars of Knezha
And the kiss that haunts my dreams
I made a bow the day of my departure
And hung the Mar de Knezha [?] from the plane
To let a [?] full whisper of nostalgia
Sing me back to you again
Oh my Bulgaria
Where have you been hiding?
With your rosy valleys winding
Through your Balkan mountain land
You're my Bulgaria
Bear on my horizons
You speak to me in silence
And wistfully I offer you my hand
From July through August and September
Mirabelles stew in every pot
Mama laid in bottles of Rakia
May the winter be forgot
Writer(s): Duncan Townsend, Michael Vajna, Daniel Oyler Stoyanov, Phileas Edition Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

