Haj, haj, Devla, Devla so kerdyom. Pala, Devla, Devla matilyom. // T’aven, t’aven baxtale, ol bare haj ol tikne, Murro trajo luludyi ande ratyi. // Haj(de), romnyej, romnyej te zhas, The has te pijas haj te gilyabas. Deman, Devla adyes te trajisau, Le hurde, bare ka te dikhau. Deman, Devla, Devla sastipe, Le romnyake haj le xurdorre. (God, what have I done, Again, Lord, I’ve become drunk // May you be lucky, grownups and children, My life is like a flower in the night. // Come, woman, let’s go, To eat and drink and sing. Give me, Lord, today to live, So I may see the small ones grow up. Give me, Lord, good health, For the woman and the children.)

Hop hop și iară-ș hop Cu opinca hai la joc Hop hop, hop și iară-ș hop Hai cu tofa fără dop…măiii…ah Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce da Joc cu mîndra, mîndra mea Haida, haida, nu lăsa măi Joacă mîndra joacă bine… Hai, hai și iară-ș hai Cu opinca merg în rai Hop hop, hop și iara-ș hop Vino mîndro vi la joc…măiii…ui-ce Hop Hop și iar așa Iară, Iară…sus cu ea!!!! Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce…da! Șî-ncodată iar asa…măi Ui ui hă hă…da-o măi Vai de mi opinca mea Ca e ruptă bine da Joc cu mîndra la olaltă Și vecina cît odată Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce așa Ui-ce, ui-ce, ui-ce fată Și la mine cît odată Hopa! Hai, hai și iar la joc Săne fie de noroc Hai hai opinca mea Joacă bine joacă da Hopa așa...ui-ce așa Vai de mi opinca mea Așa de bine stau cu ea Ca să joc și iar să joc Pîn-o sta soarele-n loc Joacă bine joacă da...măiiii Asta-i jocu, jocu nostru Să-l jucăm și peste postu Hai hai opinca mea Șa de bine stau cu ea Merge bine si frumos Parc-ăm scri-ea pe jos Vai de mi soareci mei Cum sa uite la femei Și femeile la ei Dar nu stie ce-s în ei Ui-ce, Ui-ce Hop, hop și iar joc Chiar așa…hop așa Joacă bine joacă da Hop, hop, hop și iară-ș hop Să ne fie de noroc! (Hop, hop…and again hop with my “opinca” let’s go dance hop, hop…and again hop let’s go with “flask/bottle” without a cork look, look, look, yes I dance with my sweetheart, my girl let’s go, let’s go…don’t stop Dance my darling, dance well hai, hai and again hai with my “opinca” I go to Heaven hop, hop…and again hop come my darling, come and dance…look!!! hop, hop…and again hop! again, again…up with it! look, look, look…yes! and again, just like that…mai Ui ui ha ha…let it go! Oh my goodness my opinca how worn out it really is I dance along side my sweetheart And my neighbor girl a little bit too look, look, look, like this look, look, look my girl and at me every now and then Hopa! Let’s go and again let’s dance so that we may have good luck Let’s go my “opinca” Dance well, dance for sure Hop like this…look like this Oh my goodness, my opinca Oh how well it fits me so I can dance and gain to dance until the sun stops moving dance well, dance for sure….maiii This is a dance, this is our dance Let’s dance it even after lent hai, hai my opinca look how well it fits me it moves so well and beautifully as if it can write on the ground Oh my goodness, my wide pants how they look at the women and the women back at them but they don’t know what’s inside of them look-it, look-it! hop, hop and again hop just like this…hop like this dance well, dance for sure hop, hop, hop and again hop So that we may have good luck!)

More, čičo reče da me ženi more, čera reče sega nek’e // More, čera reče sega nek’e a pa strina Sava ič ne dava. // More, ne davaše, ne davaše // More, najposle se saglasiše, // more, mi zgodiše bela Neda. More, bela, bela kako Arapka, more, tûnka tûnka kako mečka. More, kačeše ja na kolata more, a kolata prikrcaja. // More, a kolata prikrcaja, more bivolite primrcaja. // More, koga Neda potegliše more, do dve daske se skršiše. // More, do dve daske se skršiše, more, bivolite s’uplašiše. // (Uncle said he would marry me off yesterday he said so, now he doesn’t want to. Yesterday he said so, now he doesn’t want to; and Aunt Sava won’t agree to it at all. They wouldn’t agree and wouldn’t agree, // And finally they did agree. // They betrothed fair Neda. She’s as fair as an Arab, as thin as a bear. They put her in the carriage; the carriage started to creak. // The carriage started to creak, the buffalo staggered along (pulling it). // When they got going with Neda in it, it broke in two. // It broke in two, and the buffalo were frightened. //)

// Karanfile, cvijeće moje // // Da sam Bogd’o, sje me tvoje // // Ja bih znala gdje bih cvala: // // Mom dragome pod pendžere. // // Kad moj dragi idi spati, // karanfilće mirisati a moj dragi uzdisati. (Carnation, my flower, If God had made me into your seeds Then I would know where to bloom: Under the windows of my loved one, When my darling goes to sleep, carnations will smell and he will sigh.)

Moj dilbere, kud se šećeš? Što i mene ne povedeš? Povedi me u čaršiju, Pa me prodaj bazadžanu. Uzmi za me oku zlata, Pa pozlati dvoru vrata. (My cavalier, where are you going? Why don’t you take me with you? Take me to the old town, we can haggle with the merchants there. Buy me a kilo of gold, So we can gild our courtyard gates.)

Makedonsko devojče, kitka šarena, vo gradina nabrana, dar podarena. Da li ima n’ovoj beli svet, po’ubavo devojče od Makedonče? Nema, nema ne ke se rodi, po’ubavo devojče od Makedonče! Nema zvezdi polični, od tvojte oči. Da se noče na nebo, denke razdeni. Koga kosi raspletiš, kako koprina, lična si i polična, od samovila. Koga pesna zapeje, slavej nad peje. Koga ora zaigra, sârce razigra. (Macedonian girl, a colorful bouquet, Picked in the garden, given as a gift. Is there in this big wide world, A girl more beautiful than a Macedonian? There isn’t, there isn’t, never will be born, a girl more beautiful than a Macedonian! There are no stars brighter than your eyes. If they were in the sky at night, there would be daylight. When you unbraid your hair, like silk, you’re beautiful, more beautiful than a fairy. When she sings a song, she outsings a nightingale. when she starts to dance, she makes your heart dance with joy.)

// Mama cînd mo legănat, // // Numai de dor mio cîntat. // // Mio cîntat de dor șio plîns, // // Dorul de mine so prins. // // De cînd dorul la inima, // Numai am nici o hodină, Nici la prînz și nici la cină. // Cîte doruri leles grele, // // Toates pă braţăle mele. // // Dar nu moare de bătrîn, // // Nu ști dorul de cei bun. // // Dar eu știu că lam purtat, // // De cînd mama mio cîntat. // When mama rocked me, She only sang to me of longing. She sang to me of longing and I cried, And longing took me. Since then I carry longing to my heart, And I have no respite, Neither during the day nor in the evening. So many hard longings are severe, All are on my arms. One dies from old age, You don’t know what good it is. But I know that I carried it, Since mama sang of it to me.