Macedonia Here it is that simple land of ambiguous stone and sun
Where children not yet able to walk dig out
skulls
From the gardens.
Here it is that simple land of web and water
Where freedom wisely write down the village
names
Instead of icons in the churches
And where summers last as destiny
Until the last uprisen.
Here it is that simple land of exhausted breathings
and silence
Throughout her the time passes and comes again
To share with her the untruthful duration.
Oh, here it is that simple land of shrivel and waiting
She learnt the stars to whisper on macedonian
And no one acknowledges her.
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MakedonijaEve ja taa prosta zemja od dvolichen kamen i sonce
Decata ushte ne zaodeni kade shto otkopuvaat
lobanji
Po gradinite.
Eve ja taa prosta zemja od pajazhina i od vodi
Mudro slobodata kaj shto gi zapishuva selskite
iminja
Mesto ikoni po crkvite
I kade letoto kako sudbina
Trae do posledniot vostanat.
Eve ja taa prosta zemja od zamoreni dishenja i
od molk
Niz koja vremeto minuva i pak se vrak'a
So nea da go spodeli lazhnoto traenje.
O, eve ja taa prosta zemja od grch i od chekanje
Shto gi nauchi i svezdite da sheptat na makedonski
A nikoj ne ja znae. |
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