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