Suza za zagorske brege [English translation]

In a fragrant morning while the hills were sleeping

and the moon didn't want to set yet,

quietly, I opened the loosened gate

and put the bindle on my back.

My old mother went behind me,

looking down without a word.

She couldn't even know what I was gathering in my soul

and why I hadn't said anything since the night before.

We had wanted to tell each other so much,

yet we've already forgotten everything.

When we had passed the last house

I suddenly started crying.

I covered my face with my hands

so my mother wouldn't see it.

Everywhere around me there were flowers

and it was the flowering May.

But I didn't look back even once,

I was too sad to say goodbye to my home,

I only promised my dear hills

that I'd return.

I only promised my dear hills

that I'd return.

• Artist:Vice Vukov