Uzalud vam trud svirači [English translation]

Hundred times I have sworn

before morning tricked you.

To another I have taken gifts

You (Verb: I made not believe in me)

Hundred times I have sworn

but tricked you.

Now, Sapphires (because) of pain

(I) would throw into mud.

Behind a cloud the moon hid,

hiding my path.

Meaningless is your effort musicians

For someone else (the) Quince are yellow.

But I sometimes remember

what my dad would tell me.

All those souls, son, Slavonija

with song overcome (pain)

but don't forget.

With song we are born.

With song die.

Slavonija, who didn't love you

don't know what they lost.

(Slavonija refers to the eastern part of Croatia just north of Bosnia)