Translation:
My Macedonian woman
When she cries, it’s the whole Adriatic
Who breaks out in her eyes
When she sleeps, it’s not far from Ohrid
She dreams on the edge of the beautiful blue lakes
I see her again, a little girl on bare feet
With rain in her hair
In her house, on the earthen floor
She has left the illusions of all her games
Which she wants to keep to herself
She has the charm of Macedonian women
It’s vital that I love her, that I hold her
Whatever you may do or think
But she i