Lyrics of Kletva Kralja Zvonimira - Thompson

Kletva Kralja Zvonimira (original)

Prodali su naše snove, Judini sinovi
Suho zlato bacili u blato
Buđenje je bilo tako lijepo, možda prekasno
I nevinom krvlju plaćeno
Ej, umorna zemljo izmučena
Ima li još tko umrijeti za te
Prodali su naše snove Judini sinovi
Suho zlato bacili u blato
Pred vratima tuđim opet za pravdu molimo
Težak sada križ mi nosimo
Ej, umorna zemljo izmučena
Ima li još tko umrijeti za te
Kralju Dmitre Zvonimire
Kroz planine odjekuju krici
U tamnici tvoji su vojnici
Izdajice, ne imali mira
Ubili ste kralja Zvonimira
Izdali ste naše velikane
I sinove sto su majke dale
Jucer gledam sliku naroda
Baca cvijeće po herojima
A već sutra pobjednike sude
Prodaše ih za Judine škude

(translation)

They sold our dreams, sons of Judah
Dried gold thrown into the mud
Waking up was so beautiful, maybe too late
And paid with innocent blood
Hey, tired earth tormented
Is there anyone else to die for you
The sons of Judah sold our dreams
Dried gold thrown into the mud
At the door of others we pray again for justice
The heavy cross we carry now
Hey, tired earth tormented
Is there anyone else to die for you
To King Dmitri Zvonimir
Screams echo through the mountains
Your soldiers are in the dungeon
Traitors, they had no peace
You killed King Zvonimir
You betrayed our giants
And the sons that mothers gave
Yesterday I saw a picture of the people
He throws flowers at the heroes
And the winners will be judged tomorrow
He sold them for Judas' scum