Srce, ruke i lopata [English translation]

Our homeland has given birth to

Thousands and thousands of heroes

One of those heroes was

My neighbor Avdija

He wasn't a grenadier

Nor an athlete

All he had as weapons were

His heart, hands and shovel

The land was destroyed

It had to rise from its ashes

Then Avdija worked

Like ten armies would

One of those days, the 23rd of October

A golden badge of merit

Shone on his chest

Avdija would remember that time for a long while

That afternoon in the fall

He would remember for a long time

The words of his friend:

"You are our pride Avdija,

You are our pride like the flag"

His picture was published

In the middle of the factory newspaper

His day is hit

And his dream is

A thousand tons in a day

New times had come

And Avdija got lost somewhere

We all forgot about him

Because we had enough excavators

Only sometime

Before the 1st of May

He was invited by the director

To add to the celebrations

His stories and memories

That day Avdija

Took his plaques and awards

In a decorated classroom

And took the place of honor

Before he went out in front of the kids

He drank like a madman

Like a poet who didn't believe

In his own verses

His day is...