This is Serbia

This is Serbia

Do you know where you're from, my son?
look at gray mountains
Through Zajetinilik flowers have blossomed
Sun has shined through Šumadija

And, this is Serbia
the graves of warriors speak
from the glorious time

Flowers like made of wine
verses of war destinies
still blossom like before
by Drina, from the flowery meadows

You’ll pass long paths
you‘ll see other places
take one flower from here
may everybody see, may the whole word know....