Песна 1225

Буките развиваат, браќа

Bukite razvivaat, braḱa · The Beeches Are Leafing Out, Brothers

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English: machine translation, not checked by a native speaker

Буките развиваат браќа, буките развиваат,	Bukite razvivaat braḱa, bukite razvivaat,	The beeches are leafing out, brothers, the beeches are leafing out,
буките развиваат браќа, саатот наближува,	bukite razvivaat braḱa, saatot nabližuva,	the beeches are leafing out, brothers, the hour is drawing near,
саатот наближува браќа, за наш'та слобода.	saatot nabližuva braḱa, za naš'ta sloboda.	the hour is drawing near, brothers, for our freedom.

Нашите ни мајки браќа, нашите ни мајки,	Našite ni majki braḱa, našite ni majki,	Our mothers, brothers, our mothers,
нашите ни мајки браќа, црни крпи носат,	našite ni majki braḱa, crni krpi nosat,	our mothers, brothers, wear black kerchiefs,
црни крпи носат браќа, и за нас жалуваат.	crni krpi nosat braḱa, i za nas žaluvaat.	they wear black kerchiefs, brothers, and mourn for us.

Наши ни татковци браќа, наши ни татковци,	Naši ni tatkovci braḱa, naši ni tatkovci,	Our fathers, brothers, our fathers,
наши ни татковци браќа, небричени одат,	naši ni tatkovci braḱa, nebričeni odat,	our fathers, brothers, go unshaven,
небричени одат браќа, и за нас жалуваат.	nebričeni odat braḱa, i za nas žaluvaat.	they go unshaven, brothers, and mourn for us.

Нашите ни сестри браќа, нашите ни сестри,	Našite ni sestri braḱa, našite ni sestri,	Our sisters, brothers, our sisters,
нашите ни сестри браќа, нечешлани одат,	našite ni sestri braḱa, nečešlani odat,	our sisters, brothers, go uncombed,
нечешлани одат браќа, и за нас жалуваат.	nečešlani odat braḱa, i za nas žaluvaat.	they go uncombed, brothers, and mourn for us.

Нашите ни браќа, браќа, нашите ни браќа,	Našite ni braḱa, braḱa, našite ni braḱa,	Our brothers, brothers, our brothers,
нашите ни браќа, браќа, нестрижени одат,	našite ni braḱa, braḱa, nestriženi odat,	our brothers, brothers, go unshorn,
нестрижени одат браќа, и за нас жалуваат.	nestriženi odat braḱa, i za nas žaluvaat.	they go unshorn, brothers, and mourn for us.

Нашите ни жени браќа, нашите ни жени,	Našite ni ženi braḱa, našite ni ženi,	Our wives, brothers, our wives,
нашите ни жени браќа, млади овдовици,	našite ni ženi braḱa, mladi ovdovici,	our wives, brothers, young widows,
нашите ни деца браќа, дробни сирачиња.	našite ni deca braḱa, drobni siračinja.	our children, brothers, little orphans.

Translator's notes

Origin unclear, treated as a traditional/revolutionary folk song. 'Саатот' is the hour/moment; 'дробни' (little, small) is my reading.

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Performers on Pesna.org: Коста Новакис, Непознат изведувач

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