I don't know why I long for Skopje
Now that Lumi is no longer there
And Baci Bajram no longer descends the Kaçaniku Gorge

I don't know why
I plunge my hands deep into the waters of the Vardar
And black out

I don't know why I stumble and fall
With the rain battering down upon me
Until I lock myself in my room

I don't know why
I really don't know why
Skopje causes me such anguish