LYRICS

My illness lies Mile Popyordanov
my illness lies Mile Popyordanov
his head sits his old mother
sing sad songs, Mile remembrance.

Become gets me, my dear child,
Become our Arise, my dear child,
your comrades lanes Ode
sad songs sing, you make mention.

your sisters, dressed Crna your
sisters, Crna dressed
wedding ke law, his brother ke woman
for Crna land of Macedonia.

God rest his soul Mile Popyordanov.
God rest his soul Mile Popyordanov .
for people struggling to
people died because of the freedom of Macedonia.