Moj dom je Hrvatska [English translation]

Everything is beautiful

like on a postcard

workers without work

kids on the street

Old men (Elderly) are waiting in line

in front of containers

hungry, they push themselves

in public kitchens

My home is Croatia

I lift up the flag to the sky

Everything is beautiful

like from a postcard

chimneys without smoke

empty fields (specifically arable, ready for farming fields)

Somewhere under the stars

is still your home number

with the birds in the park

you are on your own

My home is Croatia

I lift up the flag to the sky

I'm standing at an intersection (crossroad) with my guitar

I imagine

that the world is better

that I am better and alone

Sometimes, for me, it is

enough a sunny day

I'm not afraid of anything

I have my dream

My home is Croatia

I lift up the flag to the sky