Dear patriotic spirit and Mother of the people
Many children emigrated from you with deep regrets
To their new lands, languages and hope
No matter distance; it's Mother no child ever forgets.
With song you nourish your peoples soul
As when you sang at Ilinden
That day the Narod rose up to say
We are not Bulgars, Greek or Serb, we are Macedonian
Mother Macedonia sweet singer of song
Please sing us a song for today
You sang to the listening Maladinov`s
Like them, we will not let your words fade away
In Canada my Father often spoke of you
I listened with ears opened wide
Church, language, music, mountains, villages
Seeds were planted that brought forth Macedonian pride.
His eyes would sparkle, and his fingers would dance
As he played his violin, Oro music wild and strong
I now and only now realize it was you he heard
His music accompaniment to your song.
I write to keep and preserve scenes
Of old Macedonia and stories of village days
I realize as I observe the Macedonian Flag
The Risen Sun it's power not the number of rays.
The Church Autocephalous, the language and traditions
The music, the poems these all with us will last
Mother Macedonia your people require a new song for today
Lead them into this century, as they leave the century past.
Grace your Narod with the blessing of Poets
Those who will write and sing your songs
As rightfully with today's Family of Nations
Macedonia takes its place where it belongs.
Words not bullets; tools not guns
Parliaments; Universities; Modern Plants, not mountain caves
Today's war is for the Economy, prosperity, stability
Against all; that politically, or culturally enslaves.
As entrepreneurs your expatriates are second to none
Educators, Tradesmen, Scientists, Governments the Arts
Let the Republic and her Diaspora by unity be an example
That when you help yourself, help comes from other parts.
Dear Mother Macedonia look with favor on your people
Who have resisted against assimilation for so long
Gift your people with true leaders, men and women
Their ears, vision and hearts fill with your modern song.
*DEDICATION; To Alexander Nitsis Who from the age of ten years
has attentively listened to the voice of his Mother Macedonia to
preserve it for posterity stating "Nea Sme Makedonci"