Текст песни ЕПИЗОД - Към брат си

Hristo Botev - his brother

Severe, brother, live
between fools misunderstood;
my soul on fire smoldering,
my heart in chili wounds.

Fatherland dear love,
keep his covenant;
but yourself, brother, lose,
These fools like hate.

Dreams dark, violent thoughts
They are kindled soul young;
Ah, who will hand his tour
of this heart, where suffering?

No, no! It does not know
neither joy nor liberty;
and how insanely play
in a review of mourning across the nation!

Often, brother, secretly cry
People over grave mournful;
but tell me what to revere
in this dead world subtle?

Nothing! review will
aloud sincere, noble,
does yours Her soul will
God aloud - People crying!