Once upon a time in those days of yore,
there was Grabovac’s beautiful daughter,
where out of a rock water flows
on Herceg’s soil,
where out of rock flowers grow
in memory of her.

Fiend’s whipping, killing young body,
extinguishing her eye’s virgin glow,
a prayer upon her lips,
was all left to her at the end.
Body dies, but the soul fled
into the Virgin’s embrace.
Maiden, Grabovac Maiden,
for ever shining in the sky.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.

Look into our women’s eyes,
and when you catch that beautiful glow,
that is the Maiden of Grabovac,
because she lives, you must know.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.

Maiden, Grabovac Maiden,
for ever shining in the sky.
Herceg’s water keeps on flowing,
there where she met her end.

In these brutal times, of people evil,
rife with restlessness,
I feel better when singing to you about her,
about the woman, chaste, courageous,
Grabovac’s Maiden.