Текст песни Румяна Кирнева - Облаче ле бяло

Say my cloud le white
whence thou goest decorating your My flown?
 I see you my father Dvori
and you hear a mother talk?

 As you make Mojto child sweetly,
with foreign people, foreign bread DeLillo?
 I tell her cloud le white
You alive and well here saw me.

 And he brings me good health.
Many mine a bit stuck,
approaching in the village to go back
to go back to mother a hug.