Fatherland

Pesnopoyka

Fatherland

text P.R. Slavejkov
music Em. Manolov

Thou art the fatherland
name sweet land paradise.
Heart young and innocent
you flickers and play.

Dear my mountains
and the north and south.
Hollows, valleys,
striated with our plow.

My mouth sweet word
will be this area,
where River Vardar, Struma
and his Maritza flow.

Dor of clear sky sun
and eyes holy life
I love you from the heart
this land and this very nation!