Browse Tagged “Aspassia Bossata - Patsy Sider” from the Canadian Macedonian Heritage Society archive, library and community collections.
In 1913 the great powers divided us. They took away a part of our souls. O, Lord help us, reunited us The Macedonian Hymn all together to sing it. Macedonian people With all your strength run and run. The Bucharest Agreement will open soon The giant door of justice will creak With the love of God and united We should tell the world that this is a Macedonian land. This land is not Greek, neither, Bulgarian nor ...
My memory goes back To those years that I had no speech. I loved the Macedonian songs. The unmerciful Greeks forbade our culture. Why, why, they took away The customs which belonged to us? Why, why, they took away The language and the scripts which belonged to us? Discrimination is a mortal disease. It poison's the mind and the soul. We search for human rights We obey the Holy Word. Rise, O, Macedonian children To ...
The writings of the heartless Greek Politicians, on previous and present books Were and are describing the extermination of the Macedonian Ethnicity. Mortal hatred for the Macedonian people I wonder how they have no fear of the Lord! The Macedonian people are sensitive people. For their freedom, they fought the Turks. The heartless Greek politicians after the division of Macedonia in 1913 They decided Macedonian ...
The Glorious Macedonia Was divided in 1913 to four pieces. The Great powers were given one piece to Serbia, Bulgaria, and Albania And the biggest piece from all, were given to Greece. In Macedonia where we were born We were not familiar with Vergina. Now where apart of Macedonia is a free and a peaceful Nation The Greeks stir up to confuse the world That Vergina is a Greek Symbol. Alexander the Great was a ...
The black veil of the night has been spread And this evening I have bitterness in my heart. The destructive civil war Still in my heart, is active. I remember the hoarse voice of the siren That made us to run breathless to find shelters. The war planes We're killing civilians and children. I remember the filthy shelters under the mountain The dark basement of our home In it three to four families gathered together ...
