LYRICS

My illness lies Mile Popyordanov,
my illness lies Mile Popyordanov.
overhead sit his old mother,
Milne watching him, stroking him plaintively. (X2)

Become gets me, my dear child,
become our Arise, my dear child.
your comrades lanes Ode,
plaintive songs sing, you make mention. (x2)

God rest his soul Mile Popyordanov,
God rest his soul Mile Popyordanov.
Mile Popyordanov of people killed
of people died for Macedonia. (x2)