Хубава си, моя горо [Hubava si moia goro] [English translation]

You're beautiful, my forest

you smell of youth,

but you inspire in our hearts

only grief and sorrow.

Whoever looks at you once,

he mourns eternally,

not being able under your

shadows to smoulder.

Your oaks and beeches,

your dense leaves,

and the flowers, and the waters,

the fat lambs, and the peony, and the grass

and your coolness,

everything, I say,

sometimes like a bullet falls

on my heart, that is always ready

to weep, when it sees

the new in nature,

when it sees how the spring

sends the old away,

and under the snow, under the cold

life begins anew.

But whoever must

forever leave you,

he cannot until he lives,

forget you.