Полско цвеќе [Polsko cveḱe] [English translation]

Verse 1:

Like a bird in May, it will fly

To those in love

They are lucky, and what about us?

Like the heart of a peony blossoms,

You are in mine

You're the dearest, yet I curse you

Chorus:

May the field flower cover me while I'm young

May my soul be kissed by the clouds

Since you don't want to (kiss my soul)

I wish that eyes would be gone

If they fell upon you being kissed by another

Verse 2:

Easily, and in the name of God

(I) swear

But can I walk over my blood?

The sky is watching the woman's tears

But it will write down (in history)

Only when a man will cry

Chorus:

May the field flower cover me while I'm young

May my soul be kissed by the clouds

Since you don't want to (kiss my soul)

I wish for my eyes to be gone

If they are to fall upon you being kissed by another