Buđenje ranog proleća [English translation]

Song should be like marching tune sail

Orchestra tuning without chance to fail

After silent whisper of drums violins start to sing

One can hear bows and strings

Light chest pain and waking of early spring

And song easy one to sing

Prettiest voices are following

United basses start to sing

Summer Thunder and gun salvo vibrating

Like Tchaikovsky nineteen hundred twelve

Light chest pain and waking of early spring

And song easy one to sing

Deep voices are following

All veterans, forgotten aces

With a young hawk hearts and song instead of darts

Smell of field that river starts

Light chest pain and waking of early spring

And song easy one to marching