Moj voljeni grade

O Valpovo, my own beloved town,like a slender fir you're growing tallon the breast of fair Slavonia;and your beauty holds me in its thrall.

Once there were small cottages in rows,lined along the lane, and thatched with straw;now whole neighbourhoods are built in you,laid out like towns in order, without flaw.

On your square, so full of memories,a new building's risen, fresh and new;it stands tall and shines out with its beauty,and it lends a new town's rank to you.

Valpovo's the heart of Valpovština;it has had its park and castle long,and a cultural centre, all brand new,for the needs of all who here belong.

And a sports hall in Valpovo, too,master builders raised it side by side,to the joy of pupils by the score,and it is Valpovo town's own pride.

Grow on, grow on, my own beloved town,freshened by the Karašica's dew;may the flowers blossom in your lanesand deck your white face with bloom anew.

May the nightingale's song wake you at dawnfrom the plane trees standing in your park,and the church bells' echo from the towerbring you peaceful sleep when night grows dark.

Through the lanes and all around the castlemay there ring out laughter, joy and song;to the people of my own dear townmay it be life's fountain, flowing strong.