(walking the streets of Sofia)

This is how they called me,
This is how they blazed me.
It’s the name I wear,
It’s the name I swear.

It’s written on the map,
It’s written on the road,
It’s everywhere to look at,
It’s in the lion’s roar.

Nadejda, Nadia,
Esperanza, Hope,
How sweet it is
to hear you
call my name.




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