Listen to the rustle of the foliages, the beeches,
listen to the rustle of the foliages, the beeches,
listen to the rustle of the foliages,
they are crying for the voivode, the captain!
Comrades, my true comrades, comrades,
comrades, my true comrades, comrades,
when you reach my village,
do not stamp with your horses!
To prevent my mother, the old one, from hearing you,
to prevent my mother, the old one, from hearing you,
o prevent my mother from hearing you,
she will ask you about me, about me!
Where is my son Kostadin, Kostadin?
Where is my son Kostadin, Kostadin?
Where is my son Kostadin,
Kostadin, the voivode, the captain?
Your son, mother, got married, married,
your son, mother, got married, married,
your son, mother, got married,
to an enslaved Macedonian!