Dalmatia country, my belief,
You who embellish the sea and also the land
By labour and sweat the fathers carried you out,
The old ones left, but the love doesn't fade away
Because new children, like young olive trees
Born on the bread of your yields
They weave nodes against your islands and reefs
All the way to the mountains, where your walls are.
From cradle to the cross, you are the love and the net
Growing and navigating happens alog your songs
Cause you have been a stone rope* for ages
To the soul and the body of your sons
Dalmatia country, my belief,
You who embellish the sea and also the land
Carved by the seas, with anchored laces
On the God's hands, you are the most beautiful pearl