Translation:Sorrow, Zare, let's Sorrow

Sorrow, Zare, let's Sorrow

Sorrow, Zare, let's sorrow, how shall we separate, you from me, me from you, I shall go far away. I shall go far away, to far away white Vranje, I shall sign up for the komita, for the komita, a young komita.

Then shall I take a kingly saber and all those kingly weaponry, then shall I go away to Pčinja, away to Pčinja in Preševo kaza, then shall I cross Vardar water, Vardar water so large, I shall fight with those Turks, with those Turk Arnauts.

Sorrow, cry, let's sorrow, when the sun will warm, when the sun will warm you think it's from God, you shall know that it is mine, it is mine white face, you shall know that it is mine, it is mine white face.

When the wind blows you think it's from God, then you say it's mine, it's mine kind soul. When the dew shows you think it's from God, then you say these are mine, these are mine tiny tears.