Make me drunk with a bitter love...
From elderly wine - growers I knew that
the real wine was the bitter wine
Make me drunk with a bitter love...
From elderly wine - growers I knew that
the real wine was the bitter wine
and I will not trade you for a candied one.
Be in my life like a lady-bird,
gently dashing out from my warm hand
and going to a star in the blue sky.
I will always peer into it in the darkness.
Be a huge lightning
that will strike me every night.
My soul is going to be stroke on fire
and I will burn in love flames every night.
Be wicked, be righteous,
look at me with angry and with lovely eyes
but please, always be yourself,
even when you give a bitter taste in my mouth.
Make me drunk with a bitter love...
From elderly wine - growers I knew that
the real wine is the bitter wine
and I will not trade you for a candied one.
Ãîð÷èâà îáè÷
Ãîð÷èâà îáè÷ íåêà ìå îïèâà.
Îò ñòàðèòå âèíàðè îùå çíàì,
÷å èñòèíñêîòî âèíî å ãîð÷èâî.
Çà ïîäñëàäåíî - íÿìà äà òå äàì!
Áúäè â æèâîòà ìè êàòî êàëèíêà,
èçëèòíàëà îò òîïëàòà ìè äëàí
êúì íÿêîÿ çâåçäà ïîä ñâîäà ñèíêàâ,
â êîÿòî âèíàãè ùå áúäà âçðÿí.
Áúäè åäíà ñâåòêàâèöà ãîëÿìà,
êîÿòî íîùåì ïàäà âúðõó ìåí,
äóøàòà ìîÿ äà ïðåâúðíå â ïëàìúê
è âñÿêà íîù äà ñâåòÿ êàòî äåí.
Áúäè è ãðåøíà òè, áúäè è ïðàâà,
áúäè è ñ ãíåâíè è äîáðè î÷è,
íî âñÿêîãà ñè îñòàíè òàêàâà,
äîðè êîãàòî ìíîãî ìè ãîð÷è.
Ãîð÷èâà îáè÷ íåêà ìå îïèâà.
Îò ñòàðèòå âèíàðè îùå çíàì,
÷å èñòèíñêîòî âèíî å ãîð÷èâî.
Çà ïîäñëàäåíî - íÿìà äà òå äàì!
Òåêñò - Åâòèì Åâòèìîâ