Lyrics:
U avgustu devedeset pete
Do seobe došlo je proklete
Srpskom krvlju tekli su potoci
Mnoga groblja nemi su svedoci
Spaljen Glamoč, Drvar i Grahovo
Knin, Obrovac, Benkovac, Štikovo
Gračac, Lapac, Udbina, Karin, Rudopolje
Srb, Kistanje, Obrić, Bjelopolje
Moj narode srpski, šta će s tobom biti?
Gde ćeš hladnu zimu prezimiti?
Narode iz Krajine, teško sad pogođen
Spališe mi selo gde sam rođen
Osta pusta srpska Dalmacija
Lika, Kordun i cela Banija
Narod svoja ostavi ognjišta
Sad su tamo krvava zgarišta
Spaljen Plaški, Dabar, Jasenica
Bruvno, Mazin, Bunić, Korenica
Raduč, Medak, Vrhovine, Škare, Zalužnica
Prkos, Bović, Slunj i Kostajnica
Moj narode srpski, šta će s tobom biti?
Gde ćeš hladnu zimu prezimiti?
Narode iz Krajine, teško sad pogođen
Spališe mi selo gde sam rođen
Tužno plaču jezera plitvička
I prela se ugasiše lička
Žali Una, Zrmanja, Cetina
Jer tu nema ni jednog Srbina
Spaljen Vojnić, Topusko, Petrinja
Dvor, Žirovac, Vrginmost i Blinja
Klasnić, Glina, Vlahović, Krnjak, Dragotina
Šaš, Živaja i Komogovina
Moj narode srpski, šta će s tobom biti?
Gde ćeš hladnu zimu prezimiti?
Kao da sam strelom u srce pogođen
Spališe mi Mazin, gde sam rošen
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Lyrics (English):
In August of ninety-five
The cursed exodus took place
Streams flowed with Serbian blood
Many graveyards are silent witnesses
Glamoč, Drvar, and Grahovo burned
Knin, Obrovac, Benkovac, Štikovo
Gračac, Lapac, Udbina, Karin, Rudopolje
Srb, Kistanje, Obrić, Bjelopolje
My Serbian people, what will become of you?
Where will you spend the cold winter?
People of Krajina, now heavily stricken
They burned the village where I was born
Empty lies Serbian Dalmatia
Lika, Kordun, and all of Banija
The people left their hearths behind
Now there are only bloody ruins there
Plaški, Dabar, and Jasenica burned
Bruvno, Mazin, Bunić, Korenica
Raduč, Medak, Vrhovine, Škare, Zalužnica
Prkos, Bović, Slunj, and Kostajnica
My Serbian people, what will become of you?
Where will you spend the cold winter?
People of Krajina, now heavily stricken
They burned the village where I was born
The Plitvice Lakes weep sadly
And the Lika gathering have gone cold
The Una, Zrmanja, and Cetina mourn
For there is not a single Serb left there
Vojnić, Topusko, and Petrinja burned
Dvor, Žirovac, Vrginmost, and Blinja
Klasnić, Glina, Vlahović, Krnjak, Dragotina
Šaš, Živaja, and Komogovina
My Serbian people, what will become of you?
Where will you spend the cold winter?
As if struck in the heart by an arrow
They burned my Mazin, where I was born
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