Stara pjesma – Old song
STARA PJESMA
O, ta uska varoš, o ti uski ljudi,
O, taj puk što dnevno veći slijepac biva,
O, te šuplje glave, o, te šuplje grudi,
Pa ta svakidašnja glupa perspektiva!
Čemu iskren razum koji zdravo sudi,
Čemu polet duše i srce koje sniva,
Čemu žar, slobodu i pravdu kada žudi,
Usred kukavica čemu krepost diva?
Među narodima mi Hrvati sada
Jesmo zadnji, robovi bez vlasti,
Osuđeni pasti i propasti bez časti.
Domovino moja, tvoje sunce pada,
Ni umrijeti za te Hrvat snage nema,
Dok nam stranac, majko, tihu propast sprema.
OLD SONG
Oh, that narrow town, oh you narrow townspeople,
Oh, this nation that grows blinder with each day of the projective,
Oh, those empty heads, oh, those hollow chests people,
And this everyday foolish perspective!
What’s the use of sincere reason that judges soundly,
What’s the use of a soaring soul and a dreaming heart,
What’s the use of zeal, freedom, and justice when it desires profoundly,
In the midst of cowards, what’s the use of virtue so divine counterpart?
Among nations, we Croats now getting
Are the last, powerless without authority,
Condemned to fall and perish without honor priority.
My homeland, your sun is setting,
Even for you, a Croat has no strength to fall,
While a stranger, oh mother, quietly prepares our downfall.
