(Author’s note: This poem was written “on the fly” — during a collaborative recording session featuring the Orchestra of the Sofia Opera and the Sofia Boys’ Choir, conducted by Proff. Adriana Blagoeva.)
They stand upright, inspired, with sunlight in their eyes,
before the microphones — excited, hearts arise.
A sacred song is rising from each trembling chest,
and smiles reveal the melody their souls express.
Like cherubim reborn with wings of purest light,
from some forgotten fresco, hidden out of sight,
they sing — and in their voices, bright new verses shine,
and music warms a world once frozen in decline!
O Lord Most Gracious, guard this precious, fleeting flame!
Protect the boys’ pure souls from hatred, greed, and shame.
Let Time not dare to dim the harmony they bear
when one day, grown, they face the world’s relentless glare.
Let no dark thirst for power corrupt their honest eyes,
nor avarice take root where now true feeling lies.
Let Song forever echo in their hearts, alive —
let love burn deep and real, and keep that flame to thrive.
Don’t let the poison spread, nor evil cloud their skies.
Let Hope still tremble softly in their young, bright eyes.
May never hate or silence steal their breath away,
nor deadly weapons gleam within their hands one day!
And now, before the mics — more fragile than a string —
small children sing of joy, and make the silence ring.
Bless them, O Lord, with Love and Happiness anew —
and stay within their hearts, forever strong and true.
