Болен ми лежи Миле Поп Јорданов

Болен ми лежи Миле Поп Јорданов
над глава му стои стара му мајка,
жално го жали, милно го плаче:

- Стани ми, стани, мое мило чедо,
твојте другари по сокаци одат,
жални песни пеат, тебе те спомнуват.

Бог да го прости Миле Поп Јорданов,
Миле Поп Јорданов за народ загина,
за народ загина, за Македонија.

Неговите сестри в' црно облечени,
свадба ќе прават, брата ќе женат,
брата ќе женат за Македонија.

Неговата мајка в' црно облечена,
свадба ќе прави, сина ќе жени,
сина ќе жени за Македонија.

Bolen mi lezhi Mile Pop Jordanov
nad glava mu stoi stara mu majka,
zhalno go zhali, milno go plache:

- Stani mi, stani, moe milo chedo,
tvojte drugari po sokaci odat,
zhalni pesni peat, tebe te spomnuvat.

Bog da go prosti Mile Pop Jordanov,
Mile Pop Jordanov za narod zagina,
za narod zagina, za Makedonija.

Negovite sestri v' crno oblecheni,
svadba kje pravat, brata kje zhenat,
brata kje zhenat za Makedonija.

Negovata majka v' crno oblechena,
svadba kje pravi, sina kje zheni,
sina kje zheni za Makedonija.

Bolen mi lezi Mile Pop Jordanov
nad glava mu stoi stara mu majka,
zalno go zali, milno go place:

- Stani mi, stani, moe milo cedo,
tvojte drugari po sokaci odat,
zalni pesni peat, tebe te spomnuvat.

Bog da go prosti Mile Pop Jordanov,
Mile Pop Jordanov za narod zagina,
za narod zagina, za Makedonija.

Negovite sestri v' crno obleceni,
svadba ke pravat, brata ke zenat,
brata ke zenat za Makedonija.

Negovata majka v' crno oblecena,
svadba ke pravi, sina ke zeni,
sina ke zeni za Makedonija.

Sick lies Mile Popjordanov
by his head stands his old mother,
sadly grieving him, crying for him:

- Get up for me, get up my dear child
your friends go through the streets
singing sad songs, to remember you.

God forgive Mile Popjordanov,
Mile Popjordanov for people killed
for people killed, for Macedonia.

His sisters dressed in black,
to make a wedding, brothers to marry,
brothers to marry for Macedonia.

His mother dressed in black,
to make a wedding, the son to marry
the son to marry for Macedonia.

Translated by Alan Moore



Mile Pop Jordanov is ill on his bed

Mile Pop Jordanov is ill on his bed
His old mother beside his body
She is in sorrow and crying so dearly

Rise, o rise, my dear son
Your friends are on the streets
Singing sad songs, songs about you.

God Forgive Mile Pop Ordanov
God Forgive Mile Pop Ordanov
Mile Pop Ordanov, who died for the people
for the people he died, and for Macedonia

His sisters dressed in black
Call for their brother's wedding
Their brother's wedding to Macedonia

His mother dressed in black
She is going to his wedding
Her son's wedding to Macedonia.


Translated by Martin Atanasovski

Άρρωστος μου ξαπλώνει ο Μίλε Ποπ Γιορντάνοβ
πάνω απ΄το κεφάλι του στέκεται η γριά μητέρα του
λυπητερά το θρηνεί, με αγάπη τον κλαίει:

-Σήκω μου, σήκω, αγαπημένο μου παιδί,
οι φίλοι σου στα σοκάκια περπατάνε,
λυπητερά τραγούδια λένε, εσένα αναφέρουν.

Ο Θεός να συγχωρέσει το Μίλε Ποπ Γιορντάνοβ
ο Μίλε Ποπ Γιορντάνοβ για το λαό χάθηκε,
για το λαό χάθηκε, για τη Μακεδονία.

Οι αδερφές του στα μαύρα ντυμμένες
γάμο θα κάνουν, αδερφό θα παντρέψουν
αδερφό θα παντρέψουν με τη Μακεδονία.

Η μητέρα του στα μαύρα ντυμμένη,
γάμο θα κάνει, γιο θα παντρέψει,
γιο θα παντρέψει με τη Μακεδονία.