Lyrics:

Everything is allowed to them, yet they are angry,
and the fate of my Serbs is to remain silent

That won't be possible anymore, times have passed,
my Serbs aren't turnips without roots

Mujo just kneel down and pray to Allah,
and a Serb is forbidden to love Đujić,
and the Serb is forbidden to love the voivode

That won't be possible anymore, times have passed,
my Serbs aren't turnips without roots

Ante just go and pray to the Pope in Rome,
and they resent the Serb when he crosses the Drina

That won't be possible anymore, times have passed,
my Serbs aren't turnips without roots

Love beautiful women, to drink with company, son,
but most of all, love the land across the Drina,
whether you were in London, Paris or Vienna,
everywhere, my dear son, shout about Grmeč,
everywhere, my dear son, sing about Grmeč

I'm lying sick in someone else's world,
somewhere far away from home,
why am I not a bird, to be in flight,
to slowly make my way to my hometown

I'm sorry because I went there,
and because I didn't visit you often,
before I die, I will get there,
I know you love me, save the space for me

Here is my sullen forehead,
I spent many nights awake,
let the heart stop, let the body die,
but the soul must come to Dinara

Far away, in someone else's world I see a false glow,
in my heart are the yielding fields and my homeland,
let field and plum doesn't yield for them, and everything alive withers them,
let everything you plant doesn't yield for you, hey enemies, be damned



Serbian latin:

Sve je njima dozvoljeno, oni ipak ljuti,
a Srbinu mome suđeno da ćuti

E neće moći više, prošla su vremena,
nisu moji Srbi repa bez korijena

Mujo, brate samo klekne, Alahu se moli,
a Srbinu zabranjeno Đujića da voli,
a Srbinu zabranjeno vojvodu da voli

E neće moći više, prošla su vremena,
nisu moji Srbi repa bez korijena

Ante ode pa se moli kod pape u Rimu,
a Srbinu zamjeraju kada pređe Drinu

E neće moći više, prošla su vremena,
nisu moji Srbi repa bez korijena

Voli lijepe žene, popit s društvom sine,
al' najviše voli zemlju preko Drine,
bio u Londonu, Parizu il' Beču,
svuda mili sine rokaj o Grmeču,
svuda mili sine pjevaj o Grmeču

Bolan ti ležim u tuđem svijetu,
neđe daleko od rodnog kraja,
što nisam ptica da se u letu,
polako vinem do zavičaja

Oprosti što sam otišo amo,
i što ti nisam svraćao često,
prije no što umrem doći ću tamo,
znam da me volite, čuvajte mi mjesto

Ovđe je moje smrknuto čelo,
mnoge sam budan proveo noći,
nek' stane srce, nek umre telo,
al' duša mora Dinari doći

Daleko u tuđem svijetu gledam lažni sjaj,
u srcu mi njive rodne i moj zavičaj,
ne rodila ni njivo, ni šljivo, i sve im se osušilo živo,
što sadili ništa rodilo, ej dušmani prokleto vam bilo