Šokadijo moj voljeni kraju

Slavonia, my homeland, dear and true,it's paradise on earth to live in you;you're loveliest when rosy mornings breakand Šokica with kisses bids me wake.

When I go out to plough at morning's start,my little lamb with kisses sees me part;and coming home, all rosy in the face,my Šokica awaits with an embrace.

And in the evening, in our village lane,the kolo whirls in darkness once again;the tambura then hums with every string,and Šokica kisses me in its ring.

Šokadija, my own beloved land,your fertile fields yield fruit on every hand;your level plain with villages is crowned,to me you've always been the fairest ground.

I love you so, dear homeland of my birth,for I was born in you, on your own earth;were I reborn, I'd still be yours, and thenI'd wed a dear Šokica once again.

Slavonia, my fragrant flower, youare loveliest the whole wide world through;I'll never give you up to others, never;I'll call you mine, and only mine, forever.