It is translation of one Bulgarian poem.
What good are these fences
new roads with Euro money
old houses with new facades?
What are our diplomas graduates
as all flee from here
become servants - specialists
abroad to seek fortune
What do we need this pathetic state
and those wannabe politicians
when people every day oskotyava
and fades away like candle?
What is more Bulgarians call
and swear you Tuy Bulgarian berry?
Wake up people! Black night!
And it's time for the sun!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-04-06 at 22:01
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FOR WHAT ? by Ann Wood
What good are these desolate landsWhat good are these fences
new roads with Euro money
old houses with new facades?
What are our diplomas graduates
as all flee from here
become servants - specialists
abroad to seek fortune
What do we need this pathetic state
and those wannabe politicians
when people every day oskotyava
and fades away like candle?
What is more Bulgarians call
and swear you Tuy Bulgarian berry?
Wake up people! Black night!
And it's time for the sun!
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 809 times
Written on 2017-04-06 at 22:01
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