Post by Siroki_B on Oct 31, 2007 19:39:07 GMT -5
Arrival of The Croats (Dolazak Hrvata)
In the dear heroic land, beautiful and distant,
In the year of the Lord six hundred and some,
A power descended on that land,
Blue blood led the people.
The ground trembles, stones are cracking,
Through Heaven’s door,
Rode up a white knight
With a golden sword.
“Give me a piece of sacred land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
Love your land, on it build your home,
And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it.
Love your land, love the blessed fruit,
And proudly walk on it your earthly walk.
“Give me a piece of holy land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
The white knight went back through heavenly door,
Leaving our Beautiful One free of hunger and war.
Before Heavenly Father he kneels down with the golden words:
“I delivered the sacred land into the hands of Croats.”
And our dear heroic land,
To this day remembers these words.
Love your land, on it build your home,
And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it.
Love your land, love the blessed fruit,
And proudly walk on it your earthly walk.
“Give me a piece of holy land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
Love your land, on it build your home,
And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it.
Love your land, love the blessed fruit,
And proudly walk on it your earthly walk.
“Give me a piece of holy land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
How beautiful you are (Lijepi li si)
When I think of it a tear starts rolling
Sweet smell of memories starts spreading
Of every foot of my native parts
And of folk’s lores
I recognized your beauty
That awakened my love
When I am with you my heart
Beats stonger, it is big
O Zagora, how beautiful you are
Slavonia, you are golden
Herceg-Bosna, a proud heart
Dalmatia, my sea
One soul and two of us
Salutes to Lika, Velebit’s pride
When Neretva starts off to the sea
You should then remember me
Be the theme of my song
For all those who are not around
Move on, Istra and Zagorje
Let us raise all three colors
Let’s embrace in front of everyone
Let them see that we exist
How beautiful you are
My grandpa and me (Moj Dida i ja)
Over the fields through memories he goes,
Strong man, strong grey beard.
I remember his gaze, the warmth of his eye
And every word of his that was so deep.
Grandpa was strong like a rock,
Had a brave heart and genes made of stone.
All wisdom was woven into him
His stories taught me about everything.
“To travel the honorable way,
You should know will be hard
But only in that way you can get to
Where the eternal light shines.”
Hey, if only I could with you
Like before wait for the dawn,
look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
My grandpa and me, two friends,
Another time – same destiny.
Mountain Svilaja is gazing at me
With the shine it eyes like his.
He drew his strength from up there,
That mountain etched his wrinkles
His cracked hands,
Like a safe harbor to me,.
How to thank him for all,
I named my son after him.
“To travel the honorable way,
You should know will be hard
But only in that way you can get to
Where the eternal light shines.”
Hey, if only I could with you
Like before wait for the dawn,
look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
My grandpa and me, two friends,
Another time – same destiny.
If I could only look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
And to shout stronger than a storm,
So my grandpa could hear me once again.
Hey, if only I could with you
Like before wait for the dawn,
look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
My grandpa and me, two friends,
Another time – same destiny
My Ivan (Moj Ivane)
Whose is that meadow, whose is that grass
Whose is that blushing and blond maiden
The meadow is Ivan’s, Ivan’s is the grass
Ivan’s is the blushing and blond maiden
Our Ivan was taken away by the cursed destiny
It took him from Kupres across the white world
Only a single powerful will remained
To sing the song of the Kupres hero
My Ivan, dear brotherly friend
How recently were you at Kupres
Is the Kupres field ploughed up
Has it been seeded with wheat
Ivan will return with a thousand young men
Songs of our Kupres folks will be sung
Ivan will mow down meadow and the grass
He will marry that blushing and blond girl
My Son (Sine Moj)
Silence is often stronger than the words,
But a song tears down everything.
Various winds are beating on me,
But because of you, I am not giving up,
My son.
I know by the warm gaze of yours
That you see everything in me,
But I too look at you as if you were Heaven
And live for you,
My son.
May on your way God lead you,
Then you won’t betray your stock.
Only faith preserved me,
I loved God, and he gave to me you,
My son.
May in your heart always be a spot
For all good people,
Who under the sacred banner go
Through reality and dreams.
Silence is often stronger than the words,
But a song tears down everything.
Various winds will be beating you,
But don’t let them break you,
My son.
May on your way God lead you,
Then you won’t betray your stock.
Only faith preserved me,
I loved God, and he gave to me you,
My son.
Ghost of a Warrior (Duh Ratnika)
Where’re you from and what front do you come from,
Oh, warrior, of weary pace,
No battle has been fought here since long ago,
Why are you wandering around here like a ghost?
“I am the soul of Croatian warriors,
searching for homeland and waving banner,
and it’s soaked with my blood too,
and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for it.”
But this is your land, don’t you see,
The homeland we all dreamed about,
For its freedom you gave your blood,
A thousand-years-old dream became a reality!
“I don’t recognize it as such and it seems sad,
in my dreams it’s proud and beautiful,
and where are its heroes and brave sons,
and where the valuables for which we were dying!?”
Oh, warrior, there is no such Croatia,
As soon as it started budding misfortunes befell her,
Forces of darkness rose against her,
Striking at the crown and at the throne!
“There always were and always will be,
those who will sell their soul to the devil,
so, you watch, because you have to watch,
return the pride to Homeland!”
I would give all to see her,
Proud and beautiful like in the dreams,
I would give all to see her,
And again I would stand ready,
My life I would give!
“I am the soul of Croatian warriors,
searching for homeland and waving banner,
and she is soaked with my blood too,
and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for her.”
Friends (Prijatelji)
Friends, I often think of you
This time is not good for us
Girls are not what they used to be
They all hid themselves in the city
Friends, how are you today
Remember the proud days
When one next to the other would stand
We could do all, we dared do everything
And we were what we wanted to be
Friends, how are you today
Tell me,
Did you get tired
Did we get cheated
Did we get run over by time
Tell me,
Are you singing old songs
Like in old times, with head up
Are you the same like in the old times
Friends, I often think of you
I would gladly see you all in good health
If only they put us back together
To, as if on the front line
We sing against death
Friends, how are you today
There Where My Roots Are (Tamo gdje su moji korijeni)
The sun rose and is shedding the warmth,
And morning brings to me scent of
mountain delight,
So I think of golden tears, of tumultuous time,
I was like a wild wind all those years.
When I hear our songs, the blood boils in me,
That’s the love that ages for years in one’s soul,
And as time goes on, I belong here ever more,
I won’t hide my face, only that I know.
God will always give to everyone,
We only need to believe,
To be a picture of God’s face,
To saw where you strarted to grow.
There where my roots are,
That beauty lives in me,
There I carry every victory
To my country, to my people.
I will take you to the valley of my happiness,
By the spring of happiness, by the river of youth,
May Heaven bless us, make dreams come true
And a gift of falcon sons give us.
God will always give to everyone,
We only need to believe,
To be a picture of God’s face,
To saw where you strarted to grow.
There where my roots are,
That beauty lives in me,
There I carry every victory,
To my country, to my people.
Cavoglave Batallion (Cavoglave)
Ready - to defend Home!
In Zagora at the source of the Cikola River,
We, the brothers, took up arms to defend our homes.
There’s a Croat standing next to another Croat, we are all brothers,
You will not get into Cavoglave as long as we are still alive!
Thompson discharges, a kalasnikow and zbrojevka, too,
Toss the bomb, chase the bandits away beyond the spring !
Step forward, get rifle ready, and let’s all start to sing,
For our homes, brothers, for our freedom, fighting are we.
You Serbian irregulars, you Chetnik mob,
Our hand will reach you even in Serbia!
God’s justice will reach you, eveybody knows that by now,
You will be judged by the fighters from Cavoglave!
Listen now to the message from St. Elias;
You will not get into Cavoglave, as you never did before!
Hey Croats, dear brothers from Cavoglave,
Croatia will never forget you fighters.
Grabovac Maiden (Diva Grabovceva)
Once upon a time in those days of yore,
there was Grabovac’s beautiful daughter,
where out of a rock water flows
on Herceg’s soil,
where out of rock flowers grow
in memory of her.
Fiend’s whipping, killing young body,
extinguishing her eye’s virgin glow,
a prayer upon her lips,
was all left to her at the end.
Body dies, but the soul fled
into the Virgin’s embrace.
Maiden, Grabovac Maiden,
for ever shining in the sky.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.
Look into our women’s eyes,
and when you catch that beautiful glow,
that is the Maiden of Grabovac,
because she lives, you must know.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.
Maiden, Grabovac Maiden,
for ever shining in the sky.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.
In these brutal times, of people evil,
rife with restlessness,
I feel better when singing to you about her,
about the woman, chaste, courageous,
Grabovac’s Maiden.
www.thompson.hr (for a complete list)
In the dear heroic land, beautiful and distant,
In the year of the Lord six hundred and some,
A power descended on that land,
Blue blood led the people.
The ground trembles, stones are cracking,
Through Heaven’s door,
Rode up a white knight
With a golden sword.
“Give me a piece of sacred land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
Love your land, on it build your home,
And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it.
Love your land, love the blessed fruit,
And proudly walk on it your earthly walk.
“Give me a piece of holy land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
The white knight went back through heavenly door,
Leaving our Beautiful One free of hunger and war.
Before Heavenly Father he kneels down with the golden words:
“I delivered the sacred land into the hands of Croats.”
And our dear heroic land,
To this day remembers these words.
Love your land, on it build your home,
And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it.
Love your land, love the blessed fruit,
And proudly walk on it your earthly walk.
“Give me a piece of holy land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
Love your land, on it build your home,
And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it.
Love your land, love the blessed fruit,
And proudly walk on it your earthly walk.
“Give me a piece of holy land,
the land is a mother and a child.”
How beautiful you are (Lijepi li si)
When I think of it a tear starts rolling
Sweet smell of memories starts spreading
Of every foot of my native parts
And of folk’s lores
I recognized your beauty
That awakened my love
When I am with you my heart
Beats stonger, it is big
O Zagora, how beautiful you are
Slavonia, you are golden
Herceg-Bosna, a proud heart
Dalmatia, my sea
One soul and two of us
Salutes to Lika, Velebit’s pride
When Neretva starts off to the sea
You should then remember me
Be the theme of my song
For all those who are not around
Move on, Istra and Zagorje
Let us raise all three colors
Let’s embrace in front of everyone
Let them see that we exist
How beautiful you are
My grandpa and me (Moj Dida i ja)
Over the fields through memories he goes,
Strong man, strong grey beard.
I remember his gaze, the warmth of his eye
And every word of his that was so deep.
Grandpa was strong like a rock,
Had a brave heart and genes made of stone.
All wisdom was woven into him
His stories taught me about everything.
“To travel the honorable way,
You should know will be hard
But only in that way you can get to
Where the eternal light shines.”
Hey, if only I could with you
Like before wait for the dawn,
look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
My grandpa and me, two friends,
Another time – same destiny.
Mountain Svilaja is gazing at me
With the shine it eyes like his.
He drew his strength from up there,
That mountain etched his wrinkles
His cracked hands,
Like a safe harbor to me,.
How to thank him for all,
I named my son after him.
“To travel the honorable way,
You should know will be hard
But only in that way you can get to
Where the eternal light shines.”
Hey, if only I could with you
Like before wait for the dawn,
look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
My grandpa and me, two friends,
Another time – same destiny.
If I could only look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
And to shout stronger than a storm,
So my grandpa could hear me once again.
Hey, if only I could with you
Like before wait for the dawn,
look down,
from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field
My grandpa and me, two friends,
Another time – same destiny
My Ivan (Moj Ivane)
Whose is that meadow, whose is that grass
Whose is that blushing and blond maiden
The meadow is Ivan’s, Ivan’s is the grass
Ivan’s is the blushing and blond maiden
Our Ivan was taken away by the cursed destiny
It took him from Kupres across the white world
Only a single powerful will remained
To sing the song of the Kupres hero
My Ivan, dear brotherly friend
How recently were you at Kupres
Is the Kupres field ploughed up
Has it been seeded with wheat
Ivan will return with a thousand young men
Songs of our Kupres folks will be sung
Ivan will mow down meadow and the grass
He will marry that blushing and blond girl
My Son (Sine Moj)
Silence is often stronger than the words,
But a song tears down everything.
Various winds are beating on me,
But because of you, I am not giving up,
My son.
I know by the warm gaze of yours
That you see everything in me,
But I too look at you as if you were Heaven
And live for you,
My son.
May on your way God lead you,
Then you won’t betray your stock.
Only faith preserved me,
I loved God, and he gave to me you,
My son.
May in your heart always be a spot
For all good people,
Who under the sacred banner go
Through reality and dreams.
Silence is often stronger than the words,
But a song tears down everything.
Various winds will be beating you,
But don’t let them break you,
My son.
May on your way God lead you,
Then you won’t betray your stock.
Only faith preserved me,
I loved God, and he gave to me you,
My son.
Ghost of a Warrior (Duh Ratnika)
Where’re you from and what front do you come from,
Oh, warrior, of weary pace,
No battle has been fought here since long ago,
Why are you wandering around here like a ghost?
“I am the soul of Croatian warriors,
searching for homeland and waving banner,
and it’s soaked with my blood too,
and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for it.”
But this is your land, don’t you see,
The homeland we all dreamed about,
For its freedom you gave your blood,
A thousand-years-old dream became a reality!
“I don’t recognize it as such and it seems sad,
in my dreams it’s proud and beautiful,
and where are its heroes and brave sons,
and where the valuables for which we were dying!?”
Oh, warrior, there is no such Croatia,
As soon as it started budding misfortunes befell her,
Forces of darkness rose against her,
Striking at the crown and at the throne!
“There always were and always will be,
those who will sell their soul to the devil,
so, you watch, because you have to watch,
return the pride to Homeland!”
I would give all to see her,
Proud and beautiful like in the dreams,
I would give all to see her,
And again I would stand ready,
My life I would give!
“I am the soul of Croatian warriors,
searching for homeland and waving banner,
and she is soaked with my blood too,
and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for her.”
Friends (Prijatelji)
Friends, I often think of you
This time is not good for us
Girls are not what they used to be
They all hid themselves in the city
Friends, how are you today
Remember the proud days
When one next to the other would stand
We could do all, we dared do everything
And we were what we wanted to be
Friends, how are you today
Tell me,
Did you get tired
Did we get cheated
Did we get run over by time
Tell me,
Are you singing old songs
Like in old times, with head up
Are you the same like in the old times
Friends, I often think of you
I would gladly see you all in good health
If only they put us back together
To, as if on the front line
We sing against death
Friends, how are you today
There Where My Roots Are (Tamo gdje su moji korijeni)
The sun rose and is shedding the warmth,
And morning brings to me scent of
mountain delight,
So I think of golden tears, of tumultuous time,
I was like a wild wind all those years.
When I hear our songs, the blood boils in me,
That’s the love that ages for years in one’s soul,
And as time goes on, I belong here ever more,
I won’t hide my face, only that I know.
God will always give to everyone,
We only need to believe,
To be a picture of God’s face,
To saw where you strarted to grow.
There where my roots are,
That beauty lives in me,
There I carry every victory
To my country, to my people.
I will take you to the valley of my happiness,
By the spring of happiness, by the river of youth,
May Heaven bless us, make dreams come true
And a gift of falcon sons give us.
God will always give to everyone,
We only need to believe,
To be a picture of God’s face,
To saw where you strarted to grow.
There where my roots are,
That beauty lives in me,
There I carry every victory,
To my country, to my people.
Cavoglave Batallion (Cavoglave)
Ready - to defend Home!
In Zagora at the source of the Cikola River,
We, the brothers, took up arms to defend our homes.
There’s a Croat standing next to another Croat, we are all brothers,
You will not get into Cavoglave as long as we are still alive!
Thompson discharges, a kalasnikow and zbrojevka, too,
Toss the bomb, chase the bandits away beyond the spring !
Step forward, get rifle ready, and let’s all start to sing,
For our homes, brothers, for our freedom, fighting are we.
You Serbian irregulars, you Chetnik mob,
Our hand will reach you even in Serbia!
God’s justice will reach you, eveybody knows that by now,
You will be judged by the fighters from Cavoglave!
Listen now to the message from St. Elias;
You will not get into Cavoglave, as you never did before!
Hey Croats, dear brothers from Cavoglave,
Croatia will never forget you fighters.
Grabovac Maiden (Diva Grabovceva)
Once upon a time in those days of yore,
there was Grabovac’s beautiful daughter,
where out of a rock water flows
on Herceg’s soil,
where out of rock flowers grow
in memory of her.
Fiend’s whipping, killing young body,
extinguishing her eye’s virgin glow,
a prayer upon her lips,
was all left to her at the end.
Body dies, but the soul fled
into the Virgin’s embrace.
Maiden, Grabovac Maiden,
for ever shining in the sky.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.
Look into our women’s eyes,
and when you catch that beautiful glow,
that is the Maiden of Grabovac,
because she lives, you must know.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.
Maiden, Grabovac Maiden,
for ever shining in the sky.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.
In these brutal times, of people evil,
rife with restlessness,
I feel better when singing to you about her,
about the woman, chaste, courageous,
Grabovac’s Maiden.
www.thompson.hr (for a complete list)