Za Kosti Otaca!!
The Stone
For the Bones of Our Fathers!!
For the bones of our fathers, the hearts of our sons and brothers!
Our broken spears clearly show the way
Let the chains break when the sky turns red
The war trumpets call us, the sword is raised!
Svarun knew the gods would guide him
And Perun awakens, the thunder of freedom roars
Nine wounds burn every day while he's alive
To arms! The Slavic blood has boiled over!
Glory to Morana! Glory!
Glory to Morana! Glory!
Everything trembled beneath us, we bled
There’s no gold that buys freedom!!
Under this blue sky
By the mighty Danube waters
From the wide graveyard
Perun - the god led us!
