Uzalud vam trud svirači [English translation]

I swore one hundred times already

Before morning I cheated on you

To someone else I carried black locust

Betrayed you

I swore one hundred times already

and then cheated on you

Woe ducats I would now

throw away right in the mud

And the moon hid behind a cloud

hid my way

In vain you try musicians

quinces are yellow for someone else

And I sometimes remember

what my dad used to say

Slavonian souls, my son,

get over everything, with singing

but don't forgive

We are born with singing

We die with singing

Slavonija, those who never loved you

Don't know what they've lost

And the moon hid behind a cloud

hid my way

In vain you try musicians

quinces are yellow for someone else