Καλώς ήρθατε στη Ζαγάλισα!    *    Η φωνή των Πομάκων    *    Η Παλαιότερη Πομακική εφημερίδα (από το 1997)    *    ΕΙΜΑΣΤΕ ΠΕΡΗΦΑΝΟΙ ΠΟΥ ΕΙΜΑΣΤΕ ΠΟΜΑΚΟΙ!    ΝΕΣΜΕ ΜΠΑΧΤΙΑΡ ΟΤΙΣΜΕ ΠΟΜΑΤΣΙ!     NE MUTLU POMAKIM DiYENE!

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Born a Pomak

Born a Pomak

T’ was in a land
I opened my eyes
Where mountains spanned
A grand home small in size
 
I flourished in the green hills
And ploughed the earth so hard
As my fathers had done with
skills
Before me with regard
 
With Alexander the great
I fought alongside
The enemy to abate
And my home to bide
 
In my earthly pace
I fought the beast
Peddlers of my race
On my race they feast
 
From my mother’s bosom
I learned a tale
That I’m treated as besom
Behind anyone’s trail
 
Neither turk
Nor slavic am I
Born a Pomak
A Thracian fighter I cry
 
The teachings of my parents
And my anscestors’ thoughts
Told me of conquerers in
extinction
Who came with dubious
distinction
Certain strangers…
 
Wouldn’t allow me to speak
along
Nor to sing my own song
In native Pomak to speak
My own language to seek
 
But I am very proud
And I cry it out loud
 
That...
 
My native tongue is Pomak as
heir
An important heritage to bear