LYRICS

Storm packs white rocks,
wind wringing dark woods.
the fire alive forests sky
and tingle in my heart.
any old rebels there
are angry about something.

Chorus:
day Ilinden day memory,
day Ilinden day for trace.
day esteem and pride day,
day for pain and crying sacred.

Instead candle for in his hands
will kindle my heart.
to rejoice and mourn,
and cry, and sing.
soul forgets
and blood is thicker than water.
Chorus: (x2)

Day pain and weeping sacred.