Znaš li odakle si, sinepogledaj planine siveZejtinlikom cveće procvaloŠumadijom sunce zasjalo
A, ovo je Srbijagovore grobovi ratnikaiz slavnog vremena
Cvetovi kao od vinastihovi ratnih sudbinajoš cvetaju kao nekadakraj Drine sa cvetnih livada
Proći ćeš puteve dugevidećeš krajeve drugeponesi odavde jedan cvetnek' svi vide, nek' zna ceo svet
Do you know where you're from, my son?look at gray mountainsThrough Zajetinilik flowers have blossomedSun has shined through Šumadija
And, this is Serbiathe graves of warriors speakfrom the glorious time
Flowers like made of wineverses of war destiniesstill blossom like beforeby Drina, from the flowery meadows
You’ll pass long pathsyou‘ll see other placestake one flower from heremay everybody see, may the whole word know....