| Čvrsta ruka i po tenje, | A hand of iron, a yearning half-concealed, |
| Sveta voda i kr tenje. | Sacred water, thirst unhealed. |
| Budi čovik to je dika, | Be a man—such is the glory’s thread, |
| Budi roda svoga slika. | Be the likeness of your blood, not merely bred. |
| Ne daj na se, ne daj svoje, | Guard your soul, yield nothing to the wind, |
| Nemoj tuđe, prokleto je. | Covet not what’s foreign—by curse it’s pinned. |
| Jer 'ko ivot tako prođe, | For he who lets his days drift like the foam, |
| Ponosan pred Boga dođe. | Will stand before his God with honor home. |
| Gdje god da te ivot nosi, | Wherever fate may scatter you or toss, |
| Uvik mora znati ko si, hej. | You must remember always who you are, across. |
| Geni, geni kameni, | Stone-blooded genes entwined in me, |
| Vatra gori u meni! | A secret fire sears eternally. |
| Geni, geni kameni, | Stone-blooded genes—unchanging, proud, |
| Takvi smo mi rođeni! | Thus into life we came, unbowed. |
| Uzmi ili ostavi. | Take this, or let it lie unclaimed. |
| Lo a bila četr'es' peta, | ’Twas forty-five—a year of shadow cast, |
| Rasula nas preko svijeta. | We scattered, seeds flung by the storm’s blast. |
| A sad nova loza raste, | Yet now a vine ascends from shattered earth, |
| Vratile se doma laste | The swallows have returned to the hearth. |
| Plave krvi, bijelog lica | Blue veins, pale faces—ancestral spring— |
| Rađaju se nova dica. | New sons in this old land awakening. |
| Na kamenu ka' na svili, | On stone as if on silk, so finely spun, |
| Di oduvik mi smo bili | Where always, from the first, our days have run |