I play, grandpa, the kaval,

to call after you - to sing

songs of heroes, outlaws,

songs about old soldiers -

for Chavdar the feared bandit,

for Chavdar the old soldier -

the son of Petka the strongest!

And so the girls and the boys to hear,

in their gatherings and in their meetings:

what children she gave birth to,

gave birth and gives birth now

Bulgaria our heroic mother;

what people she fed,

fed and feeds today!

Bulgaria, our beautiful land!