| Na brdu baklje mirišu | Upon the hill, torches breathe their incense, |
| Koraci u mraku nestaju | Steps dissolve like dew in the hush of night, |
| Pogledaj lice dječije | Gaze upon the child's unclouded visage, |
| Da li te sjeti na mene | Does it awaken memory’s soft delight? |
| Zastave slobode vijore | Banners of freedom shimmer in the dawn, |
| Čaure se dječije igračke | Spent shells—children’s toys strewn upon the grass, |
| Iza rijeke pored granice | Beyond the river, close to the border’s spine, |
| Ljubim sliku svete djevice | I press my lips to the holy Virgin’s glass, |
| Ne varaj me sa golubom u rukama | Do not deceive me, dove glittering in your palm, |
| Sloboda je stvorena u mukama | Freedom is forged in the anvil of pain, |
| Ne varaj me sa golubom u rukama | Do not deceive me, dove glittering in your palm, |
| Sloboda je stvorena u mukama | Freedom is forged in the anvil of pain, |
| Stvorena u mukama | Born of anguish, |
| Ljudi se vesele i tuguju | Men celebrate and mourn by candlelight, |
| Poljupci mi tvoji ostaju | Your kisses—embers that do not die, |
| Gluhonijemi himnu pjevaju | The mute and deaf raise anthems in the night, |
| Domovini ime spominju | And whisper the name of the homeland, nigh, |
| Ne varaj me sa golubom u rukama | Do not deceive me, dove glittering in your palm, |
| Sloboda je stvorena u mukama | Freedom is forged in the anvil of pain, |
| Ne varaj me sa golubom u rukama | Do not deceive me, dove glittering in your palm, |
| Sloboda je stvorena u mukama | Freedom is forged in the anvil of pain, |
| Stvorena u mukama | Born of anguish |