| Serbocroatian | English |
|---|---|
| Oca nemam, majke, sestre,
Sad smo sami, ja i brat: Sve je drugo uništio Fašistički krvav gad. Kuću moju popališe, Nemam više dom svoj; Sad u šumi nalazim se, To je novi dom moj. Petrova mi gora mati, Suho lišće krevet moj; Iz nje idem svakog dana U krvavi teški boj. Ako, drugovi, ja padnem U tom svetom boju, Pod drvećem iskopajte Tada raku moju. Neka jarko sunce sija Na zeleni humak moj, I nek slavuj nad njim pjeva O slobodi poj svoj. Neću žalit svog života U borbi za novi dan, Jer će narod, kad pobjedi, Biti srećan, slobodan. |
I have no father, mother, sister,
Now we are alone, I and my brother: Everything else was destroyed by The bloody fascist filth. They burned down my house, I no longer have my home; Now I am found in the forest: That is my new home. Petrova Mountain is my mother, Dry leaves are my bed; From her I go every day Into bloody, heavy battle. If, comrades, I fall In that sacred battle, Beneath the trees dig out My grave-pit then. Let the sun shine fiery Upon my green grave-mound, And let the nightingale sing above it Of freedom with its song. I will not mourn the life I give In the battle for a new day, For the people, when they triumph, Will be happy, free. |