9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
In the red of my eyes, in the middle of the night,
Not for you, is it worth a laugh?
It blooms in my eyes, roses at night,
In the morning, the redness is drawn to my heart.
The fire of lei burns, to meet,
My reunion, O love to you at night,
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