It was painted on my father's face, the joy and the fear
The times when he held the radio close to his ear.
He was hearing Macedonian songs
Prohibited by the Greeks, the Macedonian songs.
The volume of the radio was too low
Any lower could not go.
He wondered, if the Greek policeman was outside of his home
Hidden under the window, or the porch, for eavesdropping.
Mother was shaking as a leaf. She was whispering to him.
"I am afraid. Turn off the radio, please.
If the Greek policeman hears the radio again
He will punish us with slaps and kicks, again and again..."
How much he loved the Macedonian songs
And the Macedonian people, the people of his own!
He had known himself since the day he was born.
His faith was extreme strong.
Part of the divided Macedonia, today, is a free Nation.
But the Macedonians who live under Greece are familiar with tension.
The Greeks are denying the Macedonian existence
By using the method of mental abuse and violence.
My beloved father from up high
Is questioning the leaders of the world, "Why, and why?
Human rights are the mother's tongue
And for a child, the mother's tongue is a nutriment, and it is a must."