A Woman From Balkan

I am a Woman from Balkan

I respect the laws of the Balkans,

No passport, no across the border,

Outlined by the registrar,

All with a wedding march,

Tens of meters of whiteness,

A few drops of blood after champagne,

The glasses rang,

Like a whip threatening to stretch,

And go around the bare skin,

Down the Blue Streams

To meat I peeled my skin,

While I tinkle as a shackle,

Put around the heart,

I signed a weak power of attorney,

There is no freedom of movement,

Through Balkan feel,

I am a woman from Balkan

I have wrapped a scarf over my heart...

marijanajtheferpopov@ SERBIEN

巴尔干女郎

我是个 来自巴尔干的女郎，

遵守 那里的的法律和一切思想。

没有护照 但绝非非移，

是由注册的官方承认，

伴着婚姻 走向远方。

缠绵的白色，

庆祝后 化似几滴血痕，

神情激动，

好似一根鞭子 脚步悠扬。

赤裸的皮肤上游走，

沿着蓝色的溪流，

为了一切我选择付出，

当我自己的心房上环绕着，

像镣铐一样的叮当作响，

终于签下 一份无效的声明，

所以每次 穿越巴尔干的感觉，

我的行动 不再流畅。

我是个 来自巴尔干的女郎，

我在我的心上 已盖了一裹帷帐。