The old trumpets, when they trumpet
When the devil takes me away
Be brave, grit your teeth
Let the song to take you away
After all the storms pass away
Whatever does happen, don't cry
Go and be happy with people
Let me be the air your breathe
The old trumpets, when they trumpet
When a liquid is spilled
Let every soldier to kiss you
from here to the Golija mountain
After all the storms pass away
Whatever does happen, don't cry
Go and be happy with people
Let me be the air you breathe
you will feel in your veins
The music beneath the rocks
The old trumpets, when they trumpet
When the devil takes me away