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Dear friends,
Here`s another original song of mine called PRAZNI DUMI which means "Empty Words".
"Empty Words" resonates with emotional depth and touching lyricism, capturing the essence of longing, regret, and the passage of time. Through its evocative imagery, the song portrays the bittersweet nature of love and loss, symbolized by the kiss of the day and the pristine white snow. The repetition of "no turning back" reinforces a sense of irreversible change, while the motif of empty words underscores the theme of unfulfilled promises and missed opportunities.
LYRICS:
Empty words
You kissed the day, the snow so white,
And your steps froze, gleaming bright.
On the old doorstep, after many meetings,
On the old shore, after countless partings.
But today there's no turning back,
And perhaps our days are numbered,
Today there's no turning back,
Is it salvation?
You kissed the day, the snow so white,
And your steps froze, gleaming bright.
On the old doorstep, after many meetings,
On the old shore, after countless partings.
Empty words scream within you,
Perhaps you don't know,
That the rain is jealous today,
And the day - random.
And today there's no turning back,
And perhaps our days are numbered,
Today there's no turning back,
Is it salvation?
Queridos amigos,
Aquí hay otra canción original mía llamada PRAZNI DUMI que significa "Palabras Vacías".
"Palabras Vacías" resuena con una profundidad emocional y un lirismo conmovedor, capturando la esencia del anhelo, el arrepentimiento y el paso del tiempo. A través de sus imágenes evocadoras, la canción retrata la naturaleza agridulce del amor y la pérdida, simbolizada por el beso del día y la nieve blanca inmaculada. La repetición de "no hay vuelta atrás" refuerza un sentido de cambio irreversible, mientras que el motivo de las palabras vacías subraya el tema de promesas incumplidas y oportunidades perdidas.
LETRA:
Palabras vacías
Besa el día, la nieve tan blanca,
Y tus pasos se congelan, brillando intensamente.
En el viejo umbral, después de muchos encuentros,
En la vieja orilla, después de innumerables separaciones.
Pero hoy no hay vuelta atrás,
Y quizás nuestros días estén contados,
Hoy no hay vuelta atrás,
¿Es salvación?
Besa el día, la nieve tan blanca,
Y tus pasos se congelan, brillando intensamente.
En el viejo umbral, después de muchos encuentros,
En la vieja orilla, después de innumerables separaciones.
Palabras vacías gritan dentro de ti,
Quizás no lo sepas,
Que la lluvia está celosa hoy,
Y el día - aleatorio.
Y hoy no hay vuelta atrás,
Y quizás nuestros días estén contados,
Hoy no hay vuelta atrás,
¿Es salvación?
Original Bulgarian lyrics:
Празни думи
Ти целуна деня и белия сняг
И твоите стъпки застинаха бели
На стария праг след толкова срещи
На стария бряг след безброй раздели
Но днес няма път назад
И може би и дните ни са преброени
Днес няма път назад
Спасение ли?
Ти целуна деня и белия сняг
И твоите стъпки застинаха бели
На стария праг след толкова срещи
На стария бряг след безброй раздели
Празни думи в теб крещят
Ти може би не знаеш,
Че ревнив е днес дъжда
А денят – случаен
И днес няма път назад
И може би и дните ни са преброени
Днес няма път назад
Спасение ли
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/olosuwff
Hola amigos,
My friend Yavor & I recorded an acoustic version of an old song of mine called МАРИ БАБО ГЪРБАВА
The lyrics of this song are folklore, it`s a well-known song in Bulgaria.
I used the lyrics but created my own melody which is closer to flamenco and gipsy jazz than Bulgarian folk music. Yavor added his guitar playing brilliance and voila…
Please, take a listen n let me know if u like it.
Original Bulgarian lyrics:
Мари бабо гърбава
имаш щерка хубава
Дай ми я бабо, дай, дай, дай
да си станем роднина
Ако ми я, бабо, ти дадеш
мед и масло, бабо, ще ядеш
Ако не ми я дадеш
мари бабо гърбава
Трънки, бабо, ще ядеш
а имаш щерка хубава
Ако не ми я дадеш
мари бабо гърбава
Трънки, бабо, ще ядеш
а имаш щерка хубава
Дай ми я бабо, дай, дай, дай
мари бабо гърбава
Дай ми я бабо, дай, дай, дай
имаш щерка хубава
ENGLISH translation
Hey you hunchbacked Grandma
you have a beautiful daughter
Give her to me, Grandma
Let me marry her
Let`s become relatives
If you give her to me, Grandma
honey and butter, grandma, you will eat
If you don't give her to me
you hunchbacked Grandma
Thorns, Grandma, you will eat
which would be sad
cuz you have a beautiful daughter
ESPANOL
Hola amigos,
Mi amigo Yavor y yo grabamos una versión acústica de una vieja canción mía llamada МАРИ БАБО ГЪРБАВА.
La letra de esta canción es folklore, es una canción muy conocida en Bulgaria.
Utilicé la letra pero creé mi propia melodía, que se acerca más al flamenco y al jazz gitano que a la música folclórica búlgara. Yavor añadió su brillantez al tocar la guitarra y listo...
Por favor, escúchalo y avísame si te gusta.
traduccion al español de la letra
Hey, abuela jorobada
tienes una hermosa hija
Dale tu chica a mi abuela
Déjame casarme con ella
Seamos parientes
Si me das tu chica
Miel y mantequilla, abuela, vas a comer
Si no me das a tu chica
espinas vas a comer
eso seria triste
porque tienes una hermosa hija
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https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/ilcibtik
Dear friends,
Here`s a song of mine called MORI MOME /Hey Lass/ that is a mixture of deep house and oriental music with some flamenco guitar parts /recorded by my friend Yavor/. It is in Bulgarian.
I wrote the lyrics using Bulgarian folklore traditional words.
The track is an intriguing fusion of musical elements, blending deep house vibes with oriental influences complemented by the soulful touch of flamenco guitar passages. Crafted by Yavor, the song showcases a seamless integration of diverse cultural sounds, creating a unique sonic experience.
The use of Bulgarian lyrics steeped in traditional folklore adds depth and authenticity to the composition. The poetic verses, translated into English, convey a sense of longing and admiration, capturing the essence of beauty and melancholy in a simple yet profound manner:
English translation of the lyrics:
"Hey, lovely lass,
tell me, what makes you sad?
You're beautiful, lovely lass,
with those colorful eyes,
You're beautiful, lovely lass,
with those colorful eyes."
Original Bulgarian lyrics:
Хей, мори моме хубава
кажи ми що тъжиш
Красна си мори гиздава
с тез очи шарени
Красна си мори гиздава
с тез очи шарени
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/wmrrdqgd
Hola amigos,
I decided to sing Take it as it comes by The Doors this week
This song is about accepting what life gives you at your own pace.
The lyrics could sound phylosophical or cynical depending on your mood
Please, take a listen & enjoy
Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die
Take it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Ah, you've been moving much too fast
Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun
Take it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Ah, you've been moving much too fast
Go real slow
You like it more and more
Take it as it comes
Specialize in having fun
Take it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Ah, you've been moving much too fast
Moving much too fast
Moving much too fast
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/hujyqybr
Dear friends,
I know youre used to seeing me play acoustic guitar and sing in my videos. This time Id like to show you how I create sonds in a different genre - HIP-HOP
Please, take a listen & let me know if you like it.
The song is called STRANGER
beat: Antidote beats & shemZee
lyrics: shemZee
STRANGER
Well I was walkin down da street of my old home town
with a strange rough feelin hearing strange rough sound
There was something in the air that I couldnt see like Ive forgotten home my nightmares or they`ve forgotten bout me
It was a sad hot day I was yawning lazy
n every damn thing was drivin me crazy
I got bored and sick of da same ol picture
ugly bars & streets & politician preachers
There were a few fat girls spittinsunflower seeds lookin down their noses at my ol blue jeans They say: “Aint that boy justa lookinlike a f...t? Hey f..k you punk, back off you drug addict We dont wonna see no strangers in out neighborhood
cuz thats the way we been taught in our childhood” and I said “Wait! Whats the point of that hate?”
Then I heard their reply, they said “Stranger f...g die!”
Youd better stop what youre doin to me
Youd better stop screamin, better stop talkin` bullshit
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/pjsogbge
Hola amigos,
In this video I & my mate Yavor cover an old blues song called Maggie M'Gill
Maggie M'Gill is a song originally by The Doors from their 1970 album Morrison Hotel.The Doors were an American rock band formed in Los Angeles in 1965, and were among the most controversial and influential rock acts of the 1960s.
The Doors` vocalist Jim Morrison created the fictional character Maggie M'Gill, a woman in the Old West who resorts to prostitution.
Hola amigos,
En este video, mi compañero Yavor y yo hacemos una versión de una vieja canción de blues llamada Maggie M'Gill.
Maggie M'Gill es una canción originalmente de The Doors de su álbum Morrison Hotel de 1970. The Doors fue una banda de rock estadounidense formada en Los Ángeles en 1965 y estuvo entre los actos de rock más controvertidos e influyentes de la década de 1960.
El vocalista de The Doors, Jim Morrison, creó el personaje de ficción Maggie M'Gill, una mujer del Viejo Oeste que recurre a la prostitución.
THE LYRICS
Miss Maggie M'Gill she lived on a hill
Her daddy got drunk and left her the will
So she went down, down to Tangie Town
People down there
Really like to get it on
Now if you're sad
And you're feeling blue
Go out and buy a brand new pair of shoes
And you go down, down to Tangie Town
'Cause people down there, really like to get it on
Get it on, hey
Illegitimate son of a rock n' roll star
Illegitimate son of a rock n' roll star
Mom met dad in the back of a rock n' roll car, yeah
Well, I'm an old blues man and I think that you understand
I've been singing the blues ever since the world began, yeah
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
Roll on, roll on, Maggie M'Gill
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
LA LETRA
Miss Maggie M'Gill vivía en una colina
Su papá se emborrachó y le dejó el testamento
Entonces ella bajó, bajó a Tangie Town
Gente de ahí abajo
Realmente me gusta hacerlo
ahora si estas triste
Y te sientes azul
Sal y compra un nuevo par de zapatos.
Y bajas, a Tangie Town
Porque a la gente de allí, realmente le gusta hacerlo
Pontelo, oye
Hijo ilegítimo de una estrella de rock and roll
Hijo ilegítimo de una estrella de rock and roll
Mamá conoció a papá en la parte trasera de un coche de rock and roll, sí
Bueno, soy un viejo hombre de blues y creo que entiendes
He estado cantando blues desde que el mundo comenzó, sí
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
Sigue, sigue, Maggie M'Gill
Maggie, Maggie, Maggie M'Gill
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/njflzyxx
Dear friends,
Here`s another original song of mine called Blood runs cold.
Please, take a listen… and let me know if you like what I did here.
``` LYRICS:
I see the new day, I see the new day
its shinig through the rings of smoke
I feel the sunlight, I feel the sunshine
thats coming through my old window
n I know anything can bring me
I know anything can bring me
down
me
down
Eyes of love are blind and love itself is a kind of blindness
```
Real loving s really rard to find its always hiding in the darkness
Oh my God, I feel your pain
and there is no one to blame
just my blood is running cold, my Lord
Passing seasons, passing days
passing people turn away
Just my blood is running cold, my Lord
You might see unholy people, yeah
who never change staying cruel, baby
or you might try the taste of bitter, yeah
playing lady super cool
but you act a fool
Oh my God, I feel your pain
and there is no one to blame
just my blood is running cold, my Lord
Passing seasons, passing days
passing people turn away
Just my blood is running cold, my Lord
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/mdiffytw
Dear friends,
First of all let me thank you for the great opportunity to share my original songs with a friendly and talented community.
Here s another original song of mine called Yellow Blue Bus. Its a latin rock track dealing with the usual themes for that genre
love, summer, pretty girls and so on.
Lyrics:
Summer comes now pretty baby
In my mind
Time for love has come to take us
For a ride
Suddenly I see your pretty face babe
Feel your eyes so blue
The yellow-blue bus is calling us baby
It`s calling me and you
Time to laugh now pretty baby
Time to cry
The yellow blue bus is callin us baby
For a ride
Suddenly I see your pretty face babe
Feel your eyes so blue
The yellow-blue bus is calling us baby
It`s calling me and you
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/lmrtugdd
Dear friends, here`s a bitter confession about the world today.
Please, take a listen… and do your best to change it.
LYRICS:
Hey yo ho ho
listen to the world today
Hey yo ho ho its happy and its gay
Hey yo ho ho it`s dying anyway
Hey yo ho ho are u scared?
Hey yo are you ready for the coudburst?
A roundabout of politicians blood thirst when the nuclear bombs disperse its a world wide suicide,
trust me or you die first
Dont curse cuz Im here ta warn ya
from New York to southern California,
from Moscow to Vladivostok
peoples of the world will feel the state of shock
Liers on TV ready for purchase
Truth lies beneith the surface
Scumbags lookin for bdsm finder
Don`t wake the sleeping tigers of China
The USA s missing the USSR
cuz it`s harder to deal with the president tsar
The world may take an unexpected turn
you may have nowhere to run
Hey yo ho ho
listen to the world today
Hey yo ho ho its happy and its gay
Hey yo ho ho it`s dying anyway
Hey yo ho ho are u scared?
Look this is a song against the war
the war thats gripping us all in its monstrous grip as bullets are flying like rain in the streets in Paris, France 2015 were watching the end of the American dream
A horrible war in the name of Allah
hundreds of people are broken apart
Cold steel machine guns spittin bullets and fire
The streets have turned into funeral pyres
The forces of evil on Friday 13th
The hordes of the devil exposed on the screen
People dont turn your back when its time to react
when its time to fight back when its time to attack
Stand hard as a rock,
take back what you lack
and fight back cuz faiths all we got, man Hey yo ho ho listen to the world today Hey yo ho ho its happy and its gay Hey yo ho ho its dying anyway
Hey yo ho ho are u scared?
This is now this is here this is all up to us
and God`s on our side of the yellow blue bus
n every TV every radio station
should proudly stand on the side of the nation
But now plus here equals nowhere dear
I still feel the fear the end s comin near
Good God doesnt listen you wont petition
the Lord with prayer
He doesn`t care
Hey yo ho ho
listen to the world today
Hey yo ho ho its happy and its gay
Hey yo ho ho it`s dying anyway
Hey yo ho ho are u scared?
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/pfaazxls
Sun,moon,wind and stones
Theres nowhere to run theres nowhere to go
Outta this valley of sorrow when only love survived
Where your friends could be them bastard guys and youre the one alive Thats the graveyard where I first kissed you
Thats the graveyard where where you waved goodbye I call this graveyard where even angels miss you Thats the graveyard of our love
Day, night shadows start to rise
Me my baby and I hardly believe our eyes
Were outta this valley of sorrow where only love survived Where your friends until tomorrow could be them bastard guys Thats the graveyard where I first kissed you
Thats the graveyard where where you waved goodbye I call this graveyard where even angels miss you Thats the graveyard of our love
Walking on the streets of this town can you show me the graveyard of our love?
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/ybdvxyya
Dear friends,
Here`s an original song of mine dedicated to the misfortune souls, victims of war and violence. The lyrics say it all:
For the hungry
.............................
Chorus:
This is for the hungry
Yeah yeah yeah
This is for the hungry
Uuuh Uuuh
This is for the hungry
Yeah yeah yeah
This is for the hungry
Uuuh Uuuh
Verse:
This is for the hungry and the broken down
Livin' in the desperate side of town
This is for the ones who have to live
a useless life upon those streets
This is for the homeless ragged folk
For those who waste no time for jokes
armed & dangerous, blind & treacherous
they live a life in a hole
Bridge:
Give me your money or give me your life
thats how they learn to survive their life s no life its an endles strive
each day they try to stay alive
Chorus:
This is for the hungry
Yeah yeah yeah
This is for the hungry
Uuuh Uuuh
This is for the hungry
Yeah yeah yeah
This is for the hungry
Uuuh Uuuh
Verse:
This is for the hungry with a broken jaw
mutilated by thought control
Out there the war is knocking on your back door
This is for the soldiers killed in vain
This is for the slaves who scream in pain
The rain of tears
is not gonna stop the guns of fear
Bridge:
Give me your money or give me your life
thats how they learn to survive their life s no life its an endles strive
each day they try to stay alive
Chorus:
This is for the hungry
Yeah yeah yeah
This is for the hungry
Uuuh Uuuh
This is for the hungry
Yeah yeah yeah
This is for the hungry
Uuuh Uuuh
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/jkjyzfeq
This is a traditional Cossack song known in both Russian and Ukrainian languages. Its name derived from the refrain: Lyubo, bratsy, lyubo, lyubo, bratsy, zhit' (Russian: Любо, братцы, любо, любо, братцы, жить, Ukrainian: Любо, братці, любо; Любо, братці, жить), that means "it is lovely to live, brothers".
I recorded it as a painful cry against the pointless bloodshed between these two peoples, against the war.
English translation of the lyrics:
At the early dawning, 'cross the rolling hillside
Legionnaires of Russia rode their shining, stoic steed
Horses fell to bullets, heroes pierced and rended
Stormy river runs red as a thousand soldiers bleed.
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve?6
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
The first bullet whistles, the first bullet's nearing
The first bullet wounded my proud steed right in his feet
And the second bullet, in a second's fury
And the second bullet carves a scorching void in me
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant who has time or will to grieve?
Lovely, brothers, lovely, lovely 'tis to live.
With our brave lieutenant, who has time or will to grieve?
Original Russian lyrics
Как на грозный Терек выгнали казаки,
Выгнали казаки сорок тысяч лошадей.
И покрылось поле и покрылся берег,
Сотнями порубленных, пострелянных людей.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
А первая пуля, а первая пуля,
А первая пяля в ногу ранила коня.
А вторая пуля, а вторая пуля,
А вторая пуля в сердце ранила меня.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Жинка погорюет, выйдет за другого.
За мого товарища, забудет про меня.
Жалко только волюшки во широком полюшке,
жалко сабли вострой да буланного коня.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
Любо, братцы, любо,
любо, братцы, жить
С нашим атаманом не приходится тужить.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/jvkcdave
Dear friends,
I covered "I Shot the Sheriff" , a song written by Bob Marley and released in 1973
This song was first released in 1973 on The Wailers' album Burnin'. Bob Marley explained his intention in an interview:
"I want to say 'I shot the police' but the government would have made a fuss so I said 'I shot the sheriff' instead… but it's the same idea: justice."
LYRICS
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
All around in my home town
They're trying to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy
For the life of a deputy, but I say
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense
Sheriff John Brown always hated me
For what I don't know
Every time that I plant a seed
He said, "Kill it before it grows"
He said, "Kill it before it grows", I say
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town
All of a sudden I see sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down
So I shot, I shot him down, I say
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/qevtzsos
ENGLISH
IN YOUR HANDS
I wanted you to spend all your days
with me together in these valleys of gray
Skies burning bright every night we could share
Together baby but you were never there
And now.. now...
My heart is in your hands
My beating heart is in your hands
My bleeding heart is in your hands
My heart is in your hands
ESPANOL
EN TUS MANOS
Quería que pasaras todos tus días
conmigo juntos en estos valles de gris
Cielos ardiendo cada noche que podríamos compartir
Juntos bebé pero nunca estuviste allí
Y ahora.. ahora...
Mi corazón está en tus manos
Mi corazón palpitante está en tus manos.
Mi corazón sangrante está en tus manos
Mi corazón está en tus manos
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/jultsszu
You have found
a way to learn
to safely land in space
How to win the race
and never leave a trace
on my face
but tears are stinging me
I stare in disbelief
can't believe the mess Im in I m burning in disgrace
I cannot believe that you chose to
leave this place
Love comes so hard
if it ever comes at all
Love hurts so bad
like a rusty nail that's stabbed
in your soul
In your eyes
the green has given way to grey
Don't say we've lost our way
No way cuz
Love comes so hard
if it everis comes at all
Love hurts so bad
Like a rusty nail that's stabbed
in your soul
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/mqjbyqes
Hola amigos!
Greetings to all of you and many thanks to @esteliopadilla who chose
this week`s topic:
"Ethics + Freedom."
For this week I wrote a new song called "Free the world".
It`s an anti war song that tells a fictional story of a dead hero
and his widow and son. Please, take a listen and pray
this story stays fictional...
Lyrics:
Free the world...
So many people died for these three words
Free the world...
So many people died for these three words
Once upon a time there was this kid who finished school
His name was Johnny Good and he had a pretty girl
He had his hippy dreams and yes, he always insisted
all we need is love & piece until the day he got enlisted to
Free the world...
So many people died for these three words
Free the world...
So many people died for these three words
John became a soldier he was marching in the ranks
He served as cannon fodder n died in Vietnam
His girl became a widow at the age of 21
“Stay alive” she told their son “you`re my only one”
Free the world...
So many people died for these three words
Free the world…
So many ugly lies in just three words
Free the world…
So many ugly lies, so many fools
belirve they`re free
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/mrwrbttz
Dear friends,
Heres a song of mine called SIXTEEN. Its dedicated to a homeless angel I once knew.
Please, take a listen & let me know if you like it.
Lyrics:
She was just a teenage
sixteen years old
She couldn`t stand mum and dad anymore
so she ran away from her home
Livin in the street where
desperate people go
she got a brand new pair of ol blue jeans
and her faith in rock n roll
Sixteen -year-old virgin
Sixteen -year-old slave
Sixteen -year-old girlfriend
for anyone who would pay
her price
and it ain`t high
ay ay ay
But if she was your kid
would you turn around your head
Won`t you feel a little bit
guilty bout that, mister
Sixteen -year-old virgin
Sixteen -year-old slave
Sixteen -year-old girlfriend
for anyone who would pay
her price
and it ain`t high
ay ay ay
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=shemzee/nqgutsqz
Today I decided to record a famous Bulgarian folk song from The Rhodope Mountains.
I rearranged the song for guitar /the original is played with a bagpipe, a typical instrument for the Rhodope region/
Hope u like it, let me know if u do.
English translation:
A wild crazy and young
/man/
Wants a gift from me ,mom
Wants a gift from me,mom
to give my black eyes to him
Shall I give them to him
How could I give them to him
When my mother is watching me from there.
A wild crazy and young
/man/
Wants a gift from me ,mom
Wants a gift from me,mom
to give my white face to him
Shall I give it to him
How could I give them to him
When my dad is watching me from there.
A wild crazy and young
/man/
Wants a gift from me ,mom
Wants a gift from me,mom
to give my thin body to him
Shall I do it for him
How can I do it for him
When he will break it up.
Original Bulgarian lyrics:
Пустоно Лудо и Младо
Пустоно лудо и младо,
ищи ми майчо армаган,
ищи ми майчо армаган,
чорни си очи да му дам.
Дали да ги дам,
че как да ги дам,
га ма майка гльода от там.
Дали да ги дам,
че как да ги дам,
га ма майка гльода от там.
Пустоно лудо и младо,
ищи ми майчо армаган,
ищи ми майчо армаган,
бело со лице да му дам.
Дали да го дам,
че как да го дам,
га ма бубайко гльода от там.
Дали да го дам,
че как да го дам,
га ма бубайко гльода от там.
Пустоно лудо и младо,
ищи ми майчо армаган,22
ищи ми майчо армаган,
тьонка са снажка да му дам.
Дали да я дам,
че как да я дам,
га ще я стори дармадан.
Дали да я дам,
че как да я дам,
га ще я стори дармадан.