A keresés eredménye

The Fairy from Košare

A blood moon above Košare,
Serbian graves hiding the summit.
In one gasp, the darkness falls
And the woodland fairy begins weeping.
 
In a plaintive, death-stricken voice the forest cries:
Come back, dear brothers!
Is your manly might perchance not bound
To your fairy blood-sister?!
 
The hounds have torn her curls asunder,
The heinous chase has caught up with her,
Her scant strength having failing her,
Our dryad maiden mother.
 
But these Crusaders are guarding
Also the Oath of Chivalry

Rejoice yourselves, Serbian people

The warm sun from the plain field of Kosovo,
The glorious saints from the ancient time.
 
Ref.
Rejoice yourselves for freedom, Serbian people,
and for the famous Nemanjić, Obilić, and Petrović
and for the famous Gračanica, Studenica, and Ravanica,
Let the Serbian flag fly from Prizren to Rumija.
 
The echoing bell from the old Dačani,
This is the land of Lazar and Stefan
 
Ref.
Rejoice yourselves Serbian people...
 
Here are the graves of the famous ancestors,
who had defended our sacred belief against the Turks.
 
Ref.
Rejoice yourselves Serbian people...