LYRICS

More chicken, chicken Nightingale,
January sing my pesnichitsa.
To hear nadaleku,
nadaleku, preku Vardar.

Preku Vardar, to Veles,
from Veles to Prilep,
from Prilep to Krushevo,
of Krushevo in prison.

There sits glorious hero,
glorious hero and talk. / 2 
Sea you tuzhanchani,
what you tolku mourning, mourning, saddened,
sr fires burned, CO tops plowed.