Šokica
Nema ljepše cure do Šokice:tankog stasa, umiljatog glasa,usta medna i obraza jedra,obla bedra i prkosna njedra.
Fairer girl there's none than a Šokica:slender figure, voice so soft and tender,honeyed lips, and cheeks so fresh and glowing,rounded hips, a bosom proudly showing.
Kad zaigra, vrti se k'o čigra,Šokce grije kad skutima vije,okom sijeva, milozvučno pjeva,u grudima nježno srce bije.
When she dances, like a top she's twirling,warms the Šokci as her skirts go sweeping,flashing eyes, and sweet her voice is ringing,in her breast her tender heart is leaping.
U šljiviku ljubi svoga diku,dok on kosi, poljupce mu nosi,anđelima ljepotom prkosi,šokačkim se porijeklom ponosi.
In the plum grove, she will kiss her darling;while he mows, with kisses she comes flying;angels with her beauty she's defying,proud of Šokac blood, there's no denying.
Poljupcima prekrivam joj lice,najljepše je u moje Šokice.Ej Šokice, milo moje janje,na jesen te vodim na vjenčanje.
I will kiss the face that all surpasses,fairest face of all the Šokac lasses.Hey, Šokica, my sweet lamb, I'm bringingyou to wed when autumn bells are ringing!
Na polju je kao heroina,kada srpom zlatno klasje žanje.U posijelu uz kap rujnog vina,svom je diki umiljato janje.
In the fields, a heroine so daring,reaping golden grain, her sickle swinging;at the sijelo, a wine-cup sharing,to her darling, like a lamb, she's clinging.
Valpovo, 20.01.1995.
Valpovo, January 20, 1995