The road is long,
With many of winding turns,
That leads us to who knows where,
Who knows where,
But I'm strong........
Strong enough to carry my bags,
They ain't heavy,
Not when it's Pamporovo.
So off we go,
Angies welfare is my concern,
No buden is she to me,
We'll get there,
And I know, she will always accompany me,
She ain't heavy,
But her bags are.
If I'm laiden at all,
I'm laden with ski bags,
But my heart is full of gladness,
And love for the all the madness.... ...
The road is long,
With many of winding turns,
That leads us to who knows where,
Who knows where,
But I'm strong........
Strong enough to carry my bags,
They ain't heavy,
Not when it's Pamporovo.
So off we go,
Angies welfare is my concern,
No buden is she to me,
We'll get there,
And I know, she will always accompany me,
She ain't heavy,
But her bags are.
If I'm laiden at all,
I'm laden with ski bags,
But my heart is full of gladness,
And love for the all the madness.....
It's a long long road,
And for 1 week there's no return,
While we're on the way to there,
Lets all share,
Because the road, doesn't get me down at all,
Until it's over - it's my Pamporovo