My birthplace is the village of Nevoliani, Aegean Macedonia
My name is Macedonian and in our home, we speak the Macedonian language.
My first day in school
I will remember it as long as I live.
At recess, I speak to my friend the Macedonian language.
The teacher hears me that I do not speak the Greek language.
The time when I enter the classroom
I suffer the Jesus Christ sufferings.
He says to me. "You an Old-Bulgarian you spoke the Bulgarian language
Why not the Greek language?
Now this minute I will teach you a lesson
For you, not to speak again the dirty language the low."
He hits and hits my head, my body everywhere
He brakes the drum of one of my ear
I am deaf of my right ear
And I will be deaf forever.
The physical abuse is not enough for him
He gives orders and for the mental abuse.
For a full year none of the children
Are allowed to play with me or to talk to me.
I go to talk or to play with the kids
All the children turn their backs on me with disgust.
I sit always by myself
A pain an unbearable pain.
The memories of the past live
And by passing the years are awakening.
The Macedonians who live under Greece till this day live the same way
They have no respect, national rights and equality.
My name is Macedonian with today's strong voice
Which will be heard all over the world.
For the Macedonian people, I demand the human rights
So, the Macedonians who live under Greece to live with equality.