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 !)