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