Diljem Slavonije

I was born close to the Drava river,in a vale of fields and meadows fair,round about Podravska Slatina,and a young Šokica bore me there.

Like a poplar I grew tall and proud,and there is no town that I have missed;girls and wives throughout Slavoniatenderly, as a bećar, I have kissed.

When I cross the plain of Slavonia,to Or'ovac, to Nada's prelo,then to Željka in Miholjac I go,there to see the "Miholjac Sijelo".

Eh, how I love the "Valpovo Summer"!When young Šokadija gathers round,and the kolo whirls along the lane,and beneath the tent the treats abound.

Nights I sit in the park by the castle,watch the moon on Karašica stride;while I'm kissing and caressing Kata,she cuddles sweetly, snug against my side.

Little Andrejica, Đakovo's own,she's in my dreams each quiet night I sleep;she's poisoned my bećar heart to the bone,so at the "Vezovi" our tryst I'll keep.

My Osijek, town where Drava's waters flow,in you I dreamed sweet dreams beyond compare,kissing ardently two blue eyes aglow,I shared my love with Valentina there.

Hey, Baranja, who could help but love you?Here I'd often swagger, strut and play;with Ilonka, to the violins,to the čardas I gave my nights away.

When the "Vinkovci Autumns" come around,by the Bosut, all the Šokice throng;I go picking apples there with Vera,to Borinci village, singing a song.

In the east of lovely Slavonia,Vukovar and Borovo together resttenderly upon the Danube's breast;in a šajka Vukica I caressed.

On my journey I went down to Ilok,by the Danube, through Šarengrad, and therewith Smilja I would pick the vineyard clean,to treat my bećar heart to sweetest fare.

In Županja, at the "Županja Sijelo",I kissed a pair of drowsy eyes, and oh,in the "Čardak", on the Sava's bank,my heart stayed back with Tena, loath to go.

Then I set off for Babina Greda,down the road to Slavonski Brod I came,to drop in on Bara and on Klara,so the girls recall my family name.

When I pass Psunj and come to Pakrac town,there awaiting me is lovely Tanja;in Lipik, to give my body strength,I am met by Sanja and the Banja.

In Požega I call at the festival,the festival of Šokadija's song,and hear the tamburica's golden strings,along with kisses little Mica brings.

In Kutjevo I make the time stand still,drinking wine as several days go by,with the tamburas and young Šokice;I love life, a fault I can't deny.

I stop for cheese at Zdenka's, in Zdenci,and over supper there I kiss her face;to Daruvar, like every bećar does,I take Anica to the bathing-place.

Virov'ca, for a bećar like myself,is the loveliest thing that one could dream;here Mara gave me love that burned so bright,in my memory it will always gleam.

And at the end of all my travellingI proudly call at Našice, to bringmy ardent kiss to little Mirjanicabeside the Karašica's very spring.

I've travelled all Slavonia over,its towns and Šokac villages I'd roam;I've kissed my fill of maids and young wives both,now Jela spoils me in Valpovo, at home.

I am proud of my roots and where I'm from,that a young Croatian woman gave me birth;I'm a son of glorious Slavonia,every town's my home town on this earth.