Great warriors without flow and fear,
cold as your armor and with a sullenly eye,
You had run then in the cloud of dust
and then started slamming and bloody race
The swayed empire tumbled down with you
after the storm passed by the flat Kosovo
Kosovo became an immense pit
An awful charnel and famed for defeat
Heroes of Kosovo, it is your merit
that you were the last in the bloody horror
When a rotten empire takes the weapon
every cadaver is a conscious victim, a real hero!
Today they tell us, to children of this century
that we are unworthy of our history
that the western stream has caught us all
and that our souls are afraid of danger
My dear country, they lie! Who love you
today, they love you, because they know you are the mother
Because before us nor fields, nor bare rocks
were able to give a conscious love to others
And today, when time comes for the last battle
shining with the light of the old halo
I will give the life, my fatherland,
knowing what I am giving and for what I am giving it