Song (by Nikola Vaptzarov)
In the forest - ambush, foe.
In the forest - darkness, shooting.
He is wounded, down below,
through the dull pain thoughts comes smoothly:
"Clear, straight shot. I am dead.
He just marked me in the chest,
then he got loose in the thick woodst
like a sleuth-hound, without rest..
My old one will mourn so tender,
my beloved one will forget.
She will do, just like the rest, ...