Părvo ioro, mori, Petrunki

Părvoi oro, Petrunkino

Petrunchitsa, more, ioro vo

Petrunchitsa, ioro vodi

Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla

Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado

Ne se fana, mori, na sreda

Ne se fana na sredata

Părvo ioro, mori, Petrunki

Părvoi oro, Petrunkino

Petrunchitsa, more, ioro vo

Petrunchitsa, ioro vodi

Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla

Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado

Ne se fana, mori, na sreda

Ne se fana na sredata

Choke

Choke on the stale air

A coffin for a peon

Boxed in

These walls to a tomb without a kingdom to behold of the corpse of a king of old

What's my treasure to behold, when I wander the grove?

Sanctity eluded, of a life that's been deluded

Seal me away

A coffin we call a life

A crutch of the mind

What will I see when I die?

The cold hard truth of a worthless life

Părvo ioro, mori, Petrunki

Părvoi oro, Petrunkino

Petrunchitsa, more, ioro vo

Petrunchitsa, ioro vodi

Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla

Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado

Ne se fana, mori, na sreda

Ne se fana na sredata

I've been prone to lose myself in these halls

These spirits haunt these walls I call home

A treasure trove of times I've lost myself here

I fear the worst is yet to come

Reigning over the world by the tips of their fingers

Reigning over the world by the tips of their fingers

Coded and stored

Backed up the words that you couldn't before

No back left of the mummified corpse

I'm rotting away

Isn't it Ironic that we have more than kings ever had

Still crying over the blessed life we have

As If everything the world has to offer isn't enough

I hope you suffocate on the air you consume so much

Iozdol ide, mori, ludo-mla

Iozdol ide, ludo-mlado

Ne se fana, mori, na sreda

Ne se fana na sredata