Zhalna majka v' sebe plache,
vnucite gi teshi,
bol vo gradi lut ja vie,
a nim im se smeshi.
Ah, spijte vnuci moi,
pak, pak kje dojde toj,
kje vi pee za Bitola,
za nash roden kraj.
Spijat vnuci, majka plache
ochi solzi leat,
kaj si sinko da gi vidish
tvojte mili deca?
Ah, spijat deca tvoi,
v' son go slushat tvojot poj,
stani sinko da gi vidish
stani sine moj.
Majka plache, solzi techat
sinot svoj go zhali,
Blagoj Petrov Karagjule
vo misli go gali.
Of, edinec moj ti,
v' gradi bolka ti ni svi,
stani chedo, pej ni pesna
stani ne mi spi.
Translation in English
Sad mother cries in silence,
she comforts her grandchildren.
With severe pain in her chest,
yet she smiles at them.
Ah, sleep my grandchildren,
again, again he will come,
he'll sing to you about Bitola,
about our hometown.
The grandchildren are sleeping, the mother is crying,
her eyes are filled with tears,
where are you, my son, to see
your dear children?
Ah, your kids are sleeping,
in their sleep they hear your song,
wake up, my son, to see them,
wake up my son.
The mother is crying, the tears are flowing,
she mourns her son,
Blagoj Petrov Karagjule
she caresses him in her thoughts.
Oh, my only son,
you nested pain in our chest,
get up child, sing us a song,
get up don't sleep.
