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Bulgária Ismét  (Bulgaria Again) The raze and wreck of Turkish troops rent what was our land. Yet only flesh and bone was taken from the Bulkan hand. Prélude: I was fallen on the stone with mightier men than me; all my brothers in my arms asleep. They and I- we would never wake again not to see our brown eyed girls or to sing our Runic tales. Réalité (après le Öldöklés): Sofia burned. I saw there many times now the widows of windy souls that clap on the shudders and drift in the fountain pools. The wolf is lapping where Bulkan girls washed their hands and spoke a jezyk far from ears. It is silent in our ruins from Turki