Текст песни Веселин Маринов - Трифон Зарезан

Lift the heavy cup over the vineyard,
let there be joy of men,
to have grapes, Tryphon Cutting,
to become devil's wine ...
to have grapes, Tryphon Cutting,
to become devil's wine ...

Bless him to be honey
and as a medicinal herb, -
bitter wound someone to heal,
and another girl to kiss.

Tryphon, Tryphon Zarezan,
It's as if you're called by gentlemen.
If your wine is not mad,
life will not be a miracle!
If your wine is not mad,
life will not be a miracle!

In which there are no feasts of heaven,
let your destructive songs enter.
And who knows what he drinks it for,
he will discover an earthly paradise!
And who knows what he drinks it for,
he will discover an earthly paradise!

Tryphon, Tryphon Zarezan,
It's as if you're called by gentlemen.
If your wine is not mad,
life will not be a miracle!
If your wine is not mad,
life will not be a miracle!