Old Skopje

Slave of the day,
slave of my house.
I’m trying to leave a trace in the time
Skopje is the life … Skopje is gorgeous
(away from my pain)
And I feel like a bird in a spring created to be reborn,
and I feel like a bird in a spring where everything is colored by a new magic
dust,
spicy essence of youth
so I take the sea … then the earth
a black road, erases my past
the spirit that lives in the land saved my life
Skopje is the life … Skopje is gorgeous
running away from my pain
and I feel like a bird in a spring created to be reborn,
and I feel like a bird in a spring where everything is colored by a new magic
dust,
spicy essence of youth