Descent into Sófia
The vigilance of Vitosha
Looms over the city
Commanding blind devotion
A pilgrimage to origins
Your father had to flee
Made enemy of the state
For wanting to be free
Monasteries in the mountains
Orthodoxy on the walls
The silence of repression
Deafening in the halls
If you want freedom
First you find it within
They can take it from the outside
But not from where it begins
Reflections in the rearview
May appear closer than they are
But nothing can be fully seen
Until you ditch the car
Ghosts in the graveyard
Candles burning over bones
A jungle filled with prayers
Lipstick on a stone
A simple meal in a field
Kashkaval and bread
The simpler is the pleasure
The more the soul is fed
Rakia and ruby wine
Softening the evening
Now we can begin to
Shape the shades of meaning
If you want freedom
First you find it within
They can take it from the outside
But not from where it begins
Reflections in the rearview
May appear closer than they are
But nothing can be fully seen
Until you ditch the car
Don't stop just keep on walking
Don't take no marching orders
Fight only for the right to
Overflow the borders
Feeling for the roots now
Half estranged half embraced
Your existence a rebellion
The fruit of the escape
Radio knows no boundaries
Broadcasts cast abroad
You are the transmission
Blazing through the fog
Cinnamon skin in Sinemorets
Where a river meets the sea
Above the beach, a bluff
A single silhouetted tree
If you want freedom
First you find it within
They can take it from the outside
But not from where it begins
Reflections in the rearview
May appear closer than they are
But nothing can be fully seen
Until you ditch the car
Don't stop just keep on walking
Don't take no marching orders
Fight only for the right to
Overflow the borders