Вот поэтический перевод на английский язык, сохраняющий ритмику и атмосферу оригинала:

Childhood rushed by through the storm’s raging power,

A tornado arose, spinning skies in its wake.

Debris and the dust — in that deafening hour,

The world for a girl began slowly to break.

The bright light grew dim, nature’s colors retreated,

Her eyes closed to earth, but another sight grew —

A vision that pierces where shadows are seated,

Binding the soul to a realm hidden from view.

Vanga, Vanga — the prophet of fates,

Unlocking the secrets of time’s ancient flow.

She hears what the future in whispers creates,

And sees through the dark where the silences grow.

Faith and skepticism — in a cruel embrace,

Is it myth or a gift? It remains a mystery.

The world seeks the truth in this sacred space,

In the heart of Bulgaria, she lives in our history.