Reci brate moj [English translation]

Dont ask me anything

It was and it passed

God forbid that it should happen again

I was the lucky one

And made it home

But so many never returned

Tell me my Brother

Are we that cursed

And so quickly

Forget everything

But God forbid

That they will need us once more

Again that thick

fog will decend again

I dont feel the days

Rather something greater

When I remember our songs

Then the wine starts to flow

Like the Cikola (river) it flows

Velebitska (a mountain range in Croatia) spirit is calling

Tell me my Brother

Are we that cursed

And so quickly

Forget everything

But God forbid

That they will need us once more

Again that thick

fog will decend again

Dont ask me anything

Instead light a candle

For all those who

for the homeland fell

Tell me my Brother

Are we that cursed

(Za Dom Spremni ! - For the Homeland in readiness !)