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Old March 23rd, 2009 #1
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Smile M.P. Thompson lyrics on ENG!

This is for all those who would like to know what exactly Thompson sings about.
For all Fans!

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.”
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Cavoglave Batallion (Bojna Cavoglave)

To defend Home - ready! (Za Dom - spremni!)

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.
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Day is coming (Dan dolazi)

Summer, fall, winter and spring,
all of it bringing a life.
When an angel from the sky comes flying,
we get born and we leave bare-foot.

Adieu, blue sky,
and my home’s dewy grass,
all my good frieds,
adieu, love.

Day is coming,
for heroes and the poor.
Day is coming,
to save themselves those who believe,
let us sing,
day is coming.

When the early dawn’s fragrance spreads,
I won’t see her any longer,
and when wild roses burst into flowers,
those who know rejoice.

Adieu, blue sky,
and my home’s dewy grass,
all my good friends,
adieu, love.

Day is coming,
for heroes and the poor.
Day is coming,
to save themselves those who believe,
let us sing,
day is coming.
 
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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.”
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King Zvonimir's curse (Kletva kralja Zvonimira)


They sold out our dreams
Judas’ sons,
pure gold thrown into mud.
Waking up was so beautiful, maybe too late,
and paid for with innocent blood.

Hey, you tired land, exhausted!
Is there anyone left to die for you?
They sold out our dreams
Judas’ sons,
pure gold they threw into mud.
In front of someone else’s doors again we beg for justice,
a heavy cross we are carrying now.

Hey, you tired land, exhausted!
Is there anyone left to die for you?
King Dmitar Zvonimir,
through the mountains cries are echoing,
“Ooooo”

In dungeon are your soldiers!
Traitors, let them find no peace,
you killed King Zvonimir,
you betrayed our great men,
and our sons given by mothers.
Yesterday I saw the picture of the people,
throwing flowers upon heroes,
tomorrow already victors are judged,
sold out for Judas’ coins.
King Dmitar Zvonimir,
through the mountains cries are echoing,
“Ooooo”
In dungeons are your soldiers!

King Dmitar Zvonimir,
through the mountains cries are echoing,
(Into the battle! Into the battle! For one’s people!)
“Ooooo”
In dungeon are your soldiers!
In dungeon are your soldiers!
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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
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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.
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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
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Warriors of the light (Ratnici svjetla)


When you see a rock
Where it is written
That a warrior fell
And is no more,
Don’t jus pass by,
As if he didn’t exist
Here bravely fell my friends.

Listen to the thunder,
To the foaming sea,
They are asking you if they are forgotten.
Say a prayer for them,
Let my brothers know
Heroes are never forgotten.

They deffended the land,
And shoulder by shoulder
As warriors of light
They stud up against darkness.
That’s why dawn is breaking,
That’s why day is awakening,
A “Thanks” to them for everything,
We are free people.

Listen to the thunder,
To the foaming sea,
They are asking you if they are forgotten.
Say a prayer for them,
Let my brothers know
Heroes are never forgotten.
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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.
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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.
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How beautiful you are (Lijepa 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
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Tell me, My Brother (Reci, brate moj)


Ask me nothing, it was and it is over
May by God it never repeat
I was lucky so I came home
While many never came back

Tell me brother, are we cursed
That everything gets forgotten so soon
But God forbid, that they need us again
Again dense fog will come down

I do not feel days, only some of the evenings
When I remember our songs
Then vine starts too, it flows like Cikola
Fairy of Velebit calling

Don’t ask me anything, but light a candle
For all those who fell for their home

Tell me brother, are we cursed
That everything gets forgotten so soon
But God forbid, that they would need us again
Dense fog will come down again
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LET NO ONE TOUCH INTO MY LITTLE PART OF THE UNIVERSE (Neka nitko ne dira u moj mali dio svemira)


East, West, everyone defends their own,
But I am must not that what is mine
Sice forever.
My only world.

Only because of that, they say I am a fascist,
And I never wanted anything someone else’s,
Only her,
Free country.

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

I am attacked by those servile penman,
As if thej were the ones who protected villages.
Mice,
Crawling out of their holes now!

Oh, how their faces become vampire-like
When our checkered banner unfurled flies.
Saintly flag.

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

Let it be heard, let it be known,
Let the banner fly,
Let no one touch
My little piece of the universe.

They lie in the ether, deluding people,
As if it was nothing they judge the just.
Of course I am guilty,
But only because I exist!

Patriotism they pronounced for fascism,
That’s how they defend their communism.
Flimsy demagogy!

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

Let it be heard, let it be known,
Let the banner fly,
Let no one touch
My little piece of the universe.
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The Beginning (Pocetak)


In principio erat verbu, [at the beginning there was word]
Et verbum erat apud deum, [and the word was with God]
Et deus erat verbum. [and God was word]

In the beginning, he created light,
And man to be His image;
“Here, have it, and govern the earth justly.”

At first man was good,
Was a picture and image of God,
All until he wanted a lot more.

On his brother he raised his hand,
Grabbed the land, took up the sword,
Deceived his Father and waded into sin.

Rains are falling, fields are bearing crops, children dream,
God has not left us.

And ever since man’s been deceiving God,
On all sides there are wars and drugs,
As if the Earth were a lost world.

Quarreling are nations and races,
And false prophets are misleading masses.
Children, faith, body – everything is for sale.

Once man used to be just a hunter,
But now he kills his neighbor for money,
Attacks and steals and sows fear through the world.

Rains are falling, fields are bearing, children dream,
God has not left us.

They overturned your words, God,
As if they are living with the devil under the skin.
They don’t know about mercy, nor about repentance.

But I won’t live in that sin,
I won’t make such a path for our children.
Oh, if only my song could fix the world!

Let us protect love, everyone needs it,
Forgiveness and hope are gifts from Heaven.
Look in the eyes of your Creator!

Rains are falling, fields are bearing crops, children dream,
God has not left us.
 
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Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands (Ne varaj me sa golubom u rukama)


On the hill scent of torches
Steps disappear in the darkness
Look at a child’s face
Do you remember me

Banners of freedom are flying
Shells are children’s toys
Over the river by the border
I kiss my sweetheart’s picture

Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands
Freedom was created in suffering

People rejoice and become sad
Your kisses are mine to keep
Deaf and dumb sing hymns
Everybody is mentioning your name to me

Don’t deceive me
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Growing old (Stari se)

Between us a hundred worlds
Between us a hundred centuries
What blue sea are the eyes kissing now
If only I knew

Behind us a hundred wars
Behind us a hundred deceits
Who is removing lipstick from her lips now
While I roam if only I knew

Growing old, growing old
But without her there is no hell nor heavens
So I ask myself does an end exists
Does an end exist

Growing old, growing old
But without her nothing matters
Whatever life was it just passed
My life passed

Growing old, growing old

In front of us a twilight of time
Behind us golden sun shines
Whose lips are touching her lips
While I play and sing

She will never find out
She will never find out
That for her I’ll demolish the world
Burn it and die
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My people (E moj narode)


Ever since the time of Christ
New faces, stage the same
Devil’s forces striving
That we not exist

Antichrists and freemasons
Communists these, those
Spreading devil’s cants
In order to defeat us
Hey, my people, hey, my people

And we deaf, mute, blind
Each in one’s own darkness dreading
People chosen by God
Suffocated by dissension

From our glorious history
And from this one not so ancient
We all have everything we value
Earned together
Hey, my people, hey, my people

Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to
Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Hey, my people, hey, my people

Generations of heroes
And the victor’s strong army
Fears and dying still continue
For Homeland

From these heaveny heights
Give us, God, again a son
To lead us out of misery
All unto the victory … hey, my people

Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to
Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Hey, my people, hey, my people
 
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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

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if someone finds more translation pls post it here...
 
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To majstore...znaš li koliko sam to tražio: imaš neke na mom blogu ovdje...


Day is coming (Dan dolazi)
Summer, fall, winter and spring,
all of it bringing a life.
When an angel from the sky comes flying,
we get born and we leave bare-foot.

Adieu, blue sky,
and my home’s dewy grass,
all my good frieds,
adieu, love.

Day is coming,
for heroes and the poor.
Day is coming,
to save themselves those who believe,
let us sing,
day is coming.

When the early dawn’s fragrance spreads,
I won’t see her any longer,
and when wild roses burst into flowers,
those who know rejoice.

Adieu, blue sky,
and my home’s dewy grass,
all my good friends,
adieu, love.

Day is coming,
for heroes and the poor.
Day is coming,
to save themselves those who believe,
let us sing,
day is coming.
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Another good thread. Thank you. I always wanted to know his lyrics.
 
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To majstore...znaš li koliko sam to tražio: imaš neke na mom blogu ovdje...

YouTube - Thompson - Dan dolazi

Day is coming (Dan dolazi)
Summer, fall, winter and spring,
all of it bringing a life.
When an angel from the sky comes flying,
we get born and we leave bare-foot.

Adieu, blue sky,
and my home’s dewy grass,
all my good frieds,
adieu, love.

Great sound and great for me to able to understand what he sings.
BTW Now I know how to say "Dan dolazi"
 
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Great sound and great for me to able to understand what he sings.
BTW Now I know how to say "Dan dolazi"
LET NO ONE TOUCH INTO MY LITTLE PART OF THE UNIVERSE (Neka nitko ne dira u moj mali dio svemira)
East, West, everyone defends their own,
But I am must not that what is mine
Sice forever.
My only world.

Only because of that, they say I am a fascist,
And I never wanted anything someone else’s,
Only her,
Free country.


I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.


I am attacked by those servile penman,
As if thej were the ones who protected villages.
Mice,
Crawling out of their holes now!

Oh, how their faces become vampire-like
When our checkered banner unfurled flies.
Saintly flag.

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

Let it be heard, let it be known,
Let the banner fly,
Let no one touch
My little piece of the universe.

They lie in the ether, deluding people,
As if it was nothing they judge the just.
Of course I am guilty,
But only because I exist!

Patriotism they pronounced for fascism,
That’s how they defend their communism.
Flimsy demagogy!


I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

Let it be heard, let it be known,
Let the banner fly,
Let no one touch
My little piece of the universe.



this is a song for you...
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Odlična tema.
 
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Odlična tema.
tema je super..no bilo bi dobro da malo aktivnije sudjeluješ ovdje....pogledaj malo starije teme ove s pun kurac postova....da skužiš ko nas jebe ovdje
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Thank you for all the translations. (and thank you for the link to the thread, bmwbiker.) He's causing quite a row in England so it's nice to have this thread handy.
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My people (E moj narode)


Ever since the time of Christ
New faces, stage the same
Devil’s forces striving
That we not exist

Antichrists and freemasons
Communists these, those
Spreading devil’s cants
In order to defeat us
Hey, my people, hey, my people

And we deaf, mute, blind
Each in one’s own darkness dreading
People chosen by God
Suffocated by dissension

From our glorious history
And from this one not so ancient
We all have everything we value
Earned together
Hey, my people, hey, my people

Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to
Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Hey, my people, hey, my people

Generations of heroes
And the victor’s strong army
Fears and dying still continue
For Homeland

From these heaveny heights
Give us, God, again a son
To lead us out of misery
All unto the victory … hey, my people

Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to
Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune
Hey, my people, hey, my people


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
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Old September 9th, 2009 #18
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Ghost of a Warrior


Composer: Marko Perkovic Thompson Lyrics Author: Marko Perkovic Thompson


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.”



LET NO ONE TOUCH INTO MY LITTLE PART OF THE UNIVERSE


East, West, everyone defends their own,
But I am must not that what is mine
Since forever.
My only world.

Only because of that, they say I am a fascist,
And I never wanted anything someone else’s,
Only her,
Free country.

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

I am attacked by those servile penman,
As if they were the ones who protected villages.
Mice,
Crawling out of their holes now!

Oh, how their faces become vampire-like
When our checkered banner unfurled flies.
Saintly flag.

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

Let it be heard, let it be known,
Let the banner fly,
Let no one touch
My little piece of the universe.

They lie in the ether, deluding people,
As if it was nothing they judge the just.
Of course I am guilty,
But only because I exist!

Patriotism they pronounced for fascism,
That’s how they defend their communism.
Flimsy demagogy!

I live peacefully proud of my own,
Even though not always everything’s my way.

Let it be heard, let it be known,
Let the banner fly,
Let no one touch
My little piece of the universe.


Tell me, My Brother


Ask me nothing, it was and it is over
May by God it never repeat
I was lucky so I came home
While many never came back

Tell me brother, are we cursed
That everything gets forgotten so soon
But God forbid, that they need us again
Again dense fog will come down

I do not feel days, only some of the evenings
When I remember our songs
Then vine starts too, it flows like Cikola
Fairy of Velebit calling

Don’t ask me anything, but light a candle
For all those who fell for their home

Tell me brother, are we cursed
That everything gets forgotten so soon
But God forbid, that they would need us again
Dense fog will come down again


Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands


On the hill scent of torches
Steps disappear in the darkness
Look at a child’s face
Do you remember me

Banners of freedom are flying
Shells are children’s toys
Over the river by the border
I kiss my sweetheart’s picture

Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands
Freedom was created in suffering

People rejoice and become sad
Your kisses are mine to keep
Deaf and dumb sing hymns
Everybody is mentioning your name to me

Don’t deceive me



My Son


Composer: Marko Perkovic Thompson
Lyrics Author: Marko Perkovic Thompson

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.


My Ivan


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

http://www.thompson.hr/web/modules.p...07986be597add8

fom official page
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How beautiful you are


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
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Lipa Kaja/Beautiful Kaja(name)

Dok se mjesec nebom zlati/while the moon is shining from the sky
znam da tvoja duša pati/i know that your soul is suffering
ja te molim, ne predaj se/I'm beging you don't give up

Jer kad zora u dan pukne/when the dusk becomes the day
bit će kasno da jaukne/it will be too late to scream
glasa tvoga niko čuti neće/no one will hear your voice

Da su tvoji prije znali/if only your family knew
kome su te obećali/whom they've promised you

Eeeej....

Ne daj bože da sad ode/God won't let you go
kad smo došli do slobode/now that we're come to freedom
lipa Kajo roda moga/beautifull Kaja, from my race
ne udaj se za drugoga/don't merry to another one
hej, lipa Kajo, lipa Kajo/beautiful Kaja, beautiful Kaja

'Eeej, lipa Kajo,
'eeej, lipa Kajo.

Kad na Gackom zora pukne/when the dusk comes over Gacka(town and river)
bit će kasno da jaukne/it will be too late to scream
glasa tvoga niko čuti neće/no one will hear your voice
Da su tvoji prije znali/if only your family knew before
kome su te obećali/ whom they've promised you
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