Oblache, ne se surdi, u doma te chaka domakinya,
Cyal Svyat si vidyal, i vse si stoish snezhno byal.
Zvezdite na nebeto pak shepnat po mezhdu si,
I pletat noshtno cherzhe s koprinena mugla.
Nebeto staro tiho pada i se sriva v moite dlani.
Nebeto gulta cherni pari i zatrupva kashturki pod snega.
Oblache, ne se plashi, tozi batalyon ot buri ti e druzhina.
Da veesh dobre nad tezi sela, pyasakut na kusnata zima.
Snezhni demoni stoyat na kreposti po Vitosha.
Mracni bolyari revat i preryazvat noshtnata aura.
Old Clouds and winds of the south, open the gates of the gloomy balkan. So the Fog can pass, into the fields of tracia, into the valleys of tundzha, struma and marica.