Zov domovine
The Call of the Homeland
Rođena ti gruda sreću, ljubav daje,svako drvo, kamen, dječje radovanje.To ti tuđa zemlja nikad neće dati.Maćeha se majkom nikad neće zvati.
The soil where you were born gives you both love and joy,each tree, each stone, and all the gladness of a boy;no foreign land will ever give you this, no other:a stepmother will never bear the name of mother.
Kada si daleko, nostalgija zove.Iz dna duše čut ćeš poziv zemlje ove.Na njedarca svoja k'o voljena žena,radosno te prima, to je dužnost njena.
Whenever you're far off, nostalgia calls you near;from deep within your soul, this land's own call rings clear.Upon her own dear breast, just like a well-loved wife,she gladly takes you in: that is her part in life.
U tuđoj se zemlji gorka sjeta krije.Jednom ćeš se vratit, ako nikad prije,ono u starost, kad mladost uvene,da posiješ kosti u utrobe njene.
In foreign lands a bitter sorrow lies in wait;one day you will come back, if not before, then late:in old age, when your youth has withered all away,to sow your bones within her womb, and there to stay.
Zato svoju zemlju i ljubi i voli,najdražom je zovi, vrijeđat ne dozvoli.Ona ti sve prašta, k'o rođena mati.Tu rođenu grudu treba čuvat znati.
So love your land, and cherish her, and hold her dear;call her the dearest one, let no insult come near.She forgives all, just like the mother of your birth;you must know how to keep and guard your native earth.
Valpovo, 1981.
Valpovo, 1981