This is a live version of a song I composed in 2016 using an amazing poem by N.S.
The genre is jazzy swing with some blues influence.
English translation:
a few minutes
before the place where
the butterflies are asleep
and the child in me
the fog in November
the leaves under the exposed maple
the cold from the north
wind churned
do not bring me memories
dried leaves
I gather
hopes bloom
but not for me
not for me
on the road
colors are blurred
on the way
disillusioned
Original lyrics in Bulgarian:
няколко минути
преди мястото където
пеперудите заспиват
и детето в мен
мъглата през ноември
листата под оголения клен
студът от север
вятър озлобен
не ми навявай спомени
изсъхнали листа
събирам
надеждите цъфтят
но не за мен
не за мен
по пътя
цветовете зъзнат
по път
обезверен
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