lyrics based on the poem "Юноша" by Hristo Smirnenski
English translation by Peter Tempest
I do not know why I was born into this world,
I do not ask why I shall die.
When I was born the delicate May morn unfurled
its flowery freshness to the eye.
I greeted youthful Spring, I greeted vernal youth
and opened eager eyes to see
how life would come to me, beautiful and smooth,
amid a joyous rhapsody.
But no, I wasn't hailed by Spring with merry sounds
and showers of fragrant petals,
instead, a villain met me with a pack of hounds
to put my hands and feet in fetters.
May this, our earth, begin a fiery feast!
May the thunder roll and glow!
Slaves will unite to fight the monstrous beast,
and hurricanes of souls will blow!
I'll raise the banner of brotherhood unfurled,
and I will keep it flying high,
and then I'll know why I've come into the world,
I'll also know for what to die
Truly oddball pop from Sharif Ali combines smooth synths, groovy electric piano, and Karoke-style crooning into a strangely catchy whole. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2020