9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
You dedicated this son of yours for the sake of God, mother,
May you be alive, even in both pains,
I believe that your prayer will not come true,
Let your head reach the sky, become a monument with your child.
It is rebellious, it is the way of not giving the right,
A proficient rich wrestling that you have done, in life,
Everyone who rebels against himself,
Become a memorial in hearts, with the struggle you have made.
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