Текст песни Боянов Гимн - Лiто

In the garden near the house
Linden drop yellow flowers,
On the levada the stork
The wings are trying to take off.

Juicy honey plays,
Rose in the berry,
Blue eyes in life
Cornflowers, gentle.

And in the meadow the dew grows cold,
Grasses grind at dawn.
Silver braids will ring here,
The mowers are singing.