Six thousand summers,
Oh beautiful woman
Six thousand summers old!
Six thousand times you have grown crops
Six thousand autumns wine was made
Six thousand years the Sun rose above you
Six thousand bloody fights
Six thousand holy nights with prayers
So many gallons of tears
Of our fateful mothers
Who covered their face in black
To be unnoticed
Until their own fate arrives

Six thousand names you bear
Holy Earth Mother
Your spirit in every man, woman and child
Who define themselves as your children
Give them six thousand lives and deaths
To fight against the spilling of blood,
And receive this song as a gift
On your sixth thousand and first spring
And make my love everlasting for you.

(Translated from Macedonian)