Lyrics:

The dry beech burned off,
Bukovica still keeps yule logs,
hey Prevoj, Medvidja, Žegar,
save my old memory

Burn, burn, burn angry Bukovica,
and don't get out of the way to anyone,
and so it was, brothers, from the beginning,
from the tower Zečevo, the town of Dušan

On St. George's Day and Peter's Day,
on Jovan, and Vuk's head,
incense, lantern and candles glows,
my heart is bigger than Gradina

Burn, burn, burn angry Bukovica,
and don't get out of the way to anyone,
and so it was, brothers, from the beginning,
from the tower Zečevo, the town of Dušan

I dream of fields, soft meadows,
and Zelengrad, near the Zrmanja river,
I think of you, crag, every hour,
you are more valuable than any gold

Burn, burn, burn angry Bukovica,
and don't get out of the way to anyone,
and so it was, brothers, from the beginning,
from the tower Zečevo, the town of Dušan



Serbian latin:

Sagorela bukovina suva,
još badnjake Bukovica čuva,
oj Prevoju, Medviđa, Žegaru
sačuvaj mi uspomenu staru

Gori, gori, gori Bukovice ljuta,
i nemoj se nikom skloniti sa puta,
a tako je, braćo, bilo od vajkada,
od kule Zečevo, Dušanova grada

Na Đurđevdan i Petrovu slavu,
na Jovana i Vukovu glavu,
ikri tamjan, lućerne i sveće,
meni srce od Gradine veće

Gori, gori, gori Bukovice ljuta,
i nemoj se nikom skloniti sa puta,
a tako je, braćo, bilo od vajkada,
od kule Zečevo, Dušanova grada

Sanjam njive, livadice meke,
i Zelengrad, kraj Zrmanje reke,
na te kršu mislim svakog sata,
vredniji si od ikakva zlata

Gori, gori, gori Bukovice ljuta,
i nemoj se nikom skloniti sa puta,
a tako je, braćo, bilo od vajkada,
od kule Zečevo, Dušanova grada