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Translation: My Macedonian woman When she cries, it's the whole Adriatic Who breaks out in her eyes When she sleeps, it's not far from Ohrid She dreams on the edge of the beautiful blue lakes I see her again, a little girl on bare feet With rain in her hair In her house, on the earthen floor She has left the illusions of all her games Which she wants to keep to herself She has the charm of Macedonian women It's vital that I love her, that I hold her Whatever you may do or think But she i
