I’ve met you in a September evening,
And you were nothing more than a smile,
We had just talked about a movie
And the true love to die for.
After nights chilled with Balkan songs,
Sweets and good wine,
The days were beautiful,
As beautiful as your simplicity.
Day after day I was looking for your gaze,
For your warm voice,
Your colored scarf,
And funky hair cut.
Just walking in Sandanski…
But there is no noisy street,
No glamour in the city,
No troubled people
Without your charisma.
I’ll never forget that September evening…
Sandanski will always have your look,
And your childish perfume.