Lyrics:

Who my country is ashamed of,
who puts black under its nails,
???
why there is no love among people,
what is Austria up to now,
does it think to go on Serbia by force

Everything is calm before the holy go-off,
when the Hungarian decided,
to sow devastation over Serbia,
thoughts, doubts pressed Gavrilo,
he skilled his hands in Prokuplje,
across Cer goes to Miljacka,
to pull out the root which murks it,
even if his heart melt

Holy threads echoes from the gusle,
Princip writes in Bosnia in them,
a bird shot the emperor in the hunt,
it swept away him with the clarity of a falcon,
beasts and guards chased him,
they forged countless of steel nets,
and they decorated his chest with chains,
they tied him with a bloody rope,
led him to an unknown god,
they put him in the dungeon chains,
to vanish before the judgement day

From that day and this moment,
Gavrilo keeps company to the saints,
kings bow to shadows,
he flooded ancient books,
the old women of Krajina mention him
the chronicler beautifies the letters,
and the teacher asks history,
who is the ruler of the dawn in Krajina,
a hero who hangs out with the stars,
Grahovo is his flowering homeland,
hugs children under ???
his shield is stronger than a hundred lightnings,
his minds are swarming in the sky,
so he carries heroism and heart,
in the heritage of his ancestors

Monuments would stand in one,
in sunny Princip's bronze one,
out of it the fire speaks,
in the morning in Krajina,
loud singing nightingales,
created light in Tromeđa,
all in honor of the Serbian warrior



Serbian latin:

Koga li se stidi moja zemlja,
ko joj crno pod nokte zavlači,
???
što ljubavi nema međ ljudima,
šta li sada Austrija sprema,
da li misli na Srbiju silom

Sve je mirno pred sveti odlazak,
kad se Ugar odlučio bio,
da poseje pustoš nad Srbijom,
misli, sumnje Gavrila pritisle,
u Prokuplju ruke izveštio,
preko Cera jezdi na Miljacku,
da iščupa koren što je muti,
makar mu se srce istopilo

Svete niti sa gusala bruje,
čelno Princip Bosnu upisuje,
tić u lovu cara odstrelio,
odronio bistrinom sokola,
hvatali ga i zveri i garde,
bezbroj mreža čeličnih kovali,
i sindžirom prsa okitili,
vezaše ka krvavom oputom,
odvedoše nepoznatom bogu,
u okove staviše tamničke,
da isčezne pre sudnjega dana

Od tog dana i ovoga trena,
sa svecima Gavrilo se druži,
kraljevi se klanjaju senima,
preplavio knjige starostavne,
nariču ga starice krajine,
letopisac slova ulepšava,
a učitelj istoriju pita,
ko je vladar zore u krajini,
junak što se druži sa zvezdama,
Grahovo mu cvetnja domovine,
grli decu pod ???
štit mu jači od stotine munja,
misli mu se umne nebom roje,
pa prenosi junaštvo i srce,
u nasledstvo dedovine svoje

Spomenici u jedan bi stali,
u osunčan Principov bronzani,
iz njeg vatra zbori i govori,
na uranku đurđevka Krajine,
raspevani slavuji u ciku,
na Tromeđi svetlost razavili,
sve u slavu srpskom bojovniku