This poem was written by an eighth-grader from the city of Burgas, his name is Ilcho Petkov, well done to him
Have you ever come to Burgas?
To be kissed by the wind with salty lips,
Let the waves whisper to you in a hoarse voice
Stories of doom and of feelings?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
Let a guitar song tempt you,
Let the alleys call you in the late hour,
And a ray of sunshine in the sea to burn?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
In the city of bards and poets,
And did you listen with interest
Soul-sculpted verses?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
To inhale the smell of heavy wine
And on fuel oil, on fish, on burning faz
And the smell of passion elusive?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
To walk through the sea garden,
To entangle you in his webs, like us,
And never want to leave?
If you ever came to Burgas,
In your heart you have, a salty imprint
And you will wear it until your last hour -
Even further, even further...
author: Ilcho Petkov, grade VIII
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Written on 2024-07-07 at 11:54
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Have you ever come to Burgas translated by Ann Wood
Have you ever come to Burgas...Have you ever come to Burgas?
To be kissed by the wind with salty lips,
Let the waves whisper to you in a hoarse voice
Stories of doom and of feelings?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
Let a guitar song tempt you,
Let the alleys call you in the late hour,
And a ray of sunshine in the sea to burn?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
In the city of bards and poets,
And did you listen with interest
Soul-sculpted verses?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
To inhale the smell of heavy wine
And on fuel oil, on fish, on burning faz
And the smell of passion elusive?
Have you ever been to Burgas?
To walk through the sea garden,
To entangle you in his webs, like us,
And never want to leave?
If you ever came to Burgas,
In your heart you have, a salty imprint
And you will wear it until your last hour -
Even further, even further...
author: Ilcho Petkov, grade VIII
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Read 124 times
Written on 2024-07-07 at 11:54
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