Lyrics:
Pred mojim oÄima kuÄe u plamenu,
dobro je ostala glava na ramenu.
Nema te, Krajino, sve se okrenulo,
od tuge goleme srce uvenulo.
Živim u Srbiji veÄ dosta godina,
kraj s krajem sastavljam, e moj gospodine.
Tuga je velika, teško se podnosi,
ej, moja livado, Äe su ti otkosi?
Ne može Krajini Srem biti zamjena,
Å¡ta Äe mi zemlja ta, zemlja bez kamena.
Ovde se krajiško srce ne snalazi,
ovde mi sunce za titulu zalazi.
JoÅ¡ uvijek jedem ja iz Äanka drvenog,
pomoÄ ne dobijam od Krsta crvenog.
Mogu da živim ja od svojih stihova,
meni i ne treba ta pomoÄ njihova.
O tebi, Krajino, pjevaÄu ljudima,
srce je ostalo u tvojim brdima.
UstaÄeÅ¡ ponovo, Krajino voljena,
nisi ti repa, repa bez korijena
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Lyrics (English):
Before my eyes, houses in flames,
it's good that the head remained on the shoulders.
You're gone, Krajina, everything turned around,
from great sadness, the heart withered.
I have been living in Serbia for many years,
putting it together end to end, my lord.
Sadness is big, it's hard to bear,
oh, my meadow, where are your swaths?
Syrmia cannot be a substitute to Krajina,
what do I need that land for, land without stones.
A Krajina heart doesn't find it's way here,
here the sun rises for my title.
I still eat from a wooden bowl,
I'm not getting help from the Red Cross.
I can live off your verses,
and I don't need their help.
About you, Krajina, I will sing to people,
the heart remained in your hills.
You will rise again, beloved Krajina,
you are not a turnip, a turnip without roots.
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