Composer: Marko Perkovic Thompson
Lyrics Author: Marko Perkovic Thompson
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.” |
