9 Haziran 1963 Razgrad/BULGARİSTAN
Maple swan, chubby swan,
You cursed at the bough today,
While swinging before me, friend,
You hurt your sweet soul today.
You chose your word,
You turned your face from us,
I used to love your eyes,
You obeyed the obstacles today.
Yellow agate, in his right hand,
Spilled lovelock chin,
Your eyebrow is ruined, your heart is broken,
What did you hear today, my friend?
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