adaptation of an old bulgarian drinking favourite

15/06/2012 by Christopher Buxton

Brenitsa village is one you’d love to pillage

For what it’s worth, it’s heaven on earth.


Oh Tsvetelina, my lovely Tsvetelina

I’ll wait for you till the beer runs dry.


The village men are intoxicated

And the women very liberated


And while the kids are angels from heaven

All their Dads have escaped to Devon


When the moon rides high in the middle of the night

Everyone jumps into sweet love’s delight


Storks and songbirds fly east and west

To Brenitsa to build their nest