Bulgarian Bible

Forgive us, children, for devastation, for crimes, for wars because of greed. Cause God gives life as a donation, But it is power that we need. And now the sky has turned to steel And shoots with rockets on our hope, Cause someone's made a nasty deal And washes hands with human soap. Life is worth less than a penny Providing meat for Satan's feast In the beginning of new Millennium Man to man is still a beast. Forgive us, but hunting for might It is our souls that we sell. And our hearts engulfed of spite Deserve a place only in hell.  

The world is sitting on a boiling pot And every moment it is going to burst Cause enemies are waiting for a shot But noone wants to shoot at first. Cause politics has some protective rules And one should break them with precision Breaking is a matter of shedule Of a non-suspectable prevision. Create a problem to a blind society And pour them with some strong aggression Social behaviour loses variety When put under the media pressure. And lot's of people screaming: "WAR!" Proclaiming it as only way Cause politics is just a whore It works for those who pay. So death is coming fast as train For those who do not care Cause everybody is insane And needs the greatest share.

There is no wisdom in any war. War is caused by vanity. It leaves on earth a nasty scar. It is a real insanity. Wisdom is avoiding trouble. Tolerating the exceptions. It is like a constant struggle With your own perceptions. It is a law from above No wisdom has the one who shoots And praising wisdom without love Is tearing flower from its roots.

This woman is of different breed Not only seldom beauty. Men are watching her with greed Forgetting their duties. She walks like floating in the air Not stepping on the earth And all her rivals only dare Is pouring speech with dirt. She is amazing even fallen Her eyes are real universe. And every word on earth is hollow To describe such curse. Cause beauty is a double dagger And if you are too vain You could sometimes stagger And fall down in pain.

Today I want to poke my nose Into a stinking jar And I am going to expose The lies for Troyan war. Four goddesses were on a feast They drank some glass of labelled And Irida a little minx Threw apple on the table. "This apple is a present for The most amazing beauty Her talent is to be adored As blessing and a duty." Decision should be met by boy Shepherd on the leas The younger son of king of Troy Whom he seldom sees. The Goddesses offered some bribes To help him take decision. Wisdom thus power over the tribes Athens unveiled her prevision. Hera showed him all the riches Hidden in the world The one who has them is who preaches And rules by right and sword. Venus did not think so bold She pointed truth so sour How a little girl was sold For riches and for power. Paris did not hesitate, This picture was enough, Cause he was child who couldn't hate And he chose just love. Thus was started war of honor Two lovers in a hostile world Because a woman has an owner Who has the h...

My wife is not the way she was before She pleads for nothing - she gives only orders. And if I try our nearness to restore It's like trespassing through forbidden borders. She doesn't laugh - she's angry all the time I cannot cope with all her mighty gloom. Cause God has punished me for all my crimes When we stay together in one room. My wife is not the way she was before: An example for all grace and fashion. Nothing in her looks is to adore. Her clothes at home kill all my passion.. Those are the thoughts of a married man. ......... But what would you say if you for a moment can Hear the ideas of a faithful lover: Wifes are mistresses under some cover

I am not sorry I left you in the mud You were only body, covered all with blood. My own survival Was the highest goal I had read the Bible, But not sure of all. Some call it a betrayal All I want is life To see again the rainbow For that I'm gonna strive. War is not my duty Even with an oath. Death is not a beauty To get it I'm too loath.

Hatred is too difficult to swallow, That's why we spit it out all the time. For people with a mind, which is too hollow, Hatred leads them to the path of crime. Sometimes it is politically propagated, Based on past historical events. Hatred is over and over created And for justice it always pretends. Hatred is the root of all the evil, Which is following us after birth. Hatred rudimental, medieval Is still existing on the modern Earth. The memory of hatred is outstanding, Unfortunately more than we expect. Hatred is always demanding And its demands is hard just to neglect. Hatred is too difficult to swallow, But do not spit it out too much, Because it causes all the sorrow For those who get with it in touch.

Long ago was born a child, It was gifted with such beauty, That in the world so cruel and wild To defend it was a duty. Its name was Faith and it was naked, And people could not stand this fact, They covered it with promise faked And forced it for the Might to act. But Might was different in different regions, And people built diverse shrines, So in the world were born religions Which pretend to be divine. And If you still remeber Faith, And ask what happened with its beauty? God knows how beauty to create Protecting it is our duty.

She loved to write and create, He loved only what's on the plate. She was always inspired by beauty He kept torturing her with her duties. She was intelligent and smart And stayed eternal with her art. But on his grave her words were mean "The man who kept the house clean".

She ruthlessly sneaks into our relation, Like a woman searching bad for sin. There isn't any cure or salvation From such an evil enemy within. She curses marriage as a secret lover And she is unexpectedly too smart. She tries her best in order to discover a weapon that would throw us apart. And tell me how to repel this **** Who tries her best to break her free. It is too hard her to ignore because she is a part of me.

What would you wish, when there is nothing more to lose? When all your dreams are like a lotto game You are the one who ought to choose Who'll live, who'll die and who is now to blame. What would you do if God is just a word With which we calm our souls in front of death Who will decide to cut the living cord And who will stay alive instead? Who has to live and who is just a bag With guts and tissues and some blood Our destiny we should until the end just drag Cause we are made from spirit, faith and mud.

My father had the eyes of Kain - I don't like eyes of killers. I see those eyes sometimes in mine In the lakes of Rila  And with those eyes I punish sin And give love with my mother's Phylosophy is not within: All people are my brohers. In the beginning of the Milenium There's nothing else to do: You have the eyes of a Bulgarian And Venus bows to you.