Bulgarian Rock

It’s over
I’m not waiting for the spring
The bridge is closed
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
The sun is rising but nothing’s lightened
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
The rails flow together
The road is disappearing again
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
It’s over
What for, for what … it’s over
What for, for what … it’s over
What for, for what … it’s over
You sat to have a dinner, but you don’t throw a world
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
It dawns, it shines again… you don’t throw…
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
You hide fingers in your pocket
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning
You seek a shadow on the sun
You find the shadow
No smoke seen but the fire’s burning