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.”