Lyrics:

Flintlock rifle, favorite weapon,
made of the most beautiful platinum,
my father left you to me,
to watch over you, to cuddle you like a girl,
use you when someone attacks me

You are still standing in the attic,
hung on the load-bearing beam
when I look at you, all of silver,
all the heroes of the Tromeđa come to life

Grandpa Lazarina bent
the swallow's nest with you,
he went through rebellions and wars,
for the freedom of our Serbian motherland

Grandpa Arsenije bent,
in the center of town Banja Luka,
the Turkish troops with you

Your time was joyless,
the eternal lament of the Jugovići brothers,
a saber lighted on the Tromeđa,
in sorrow and with much torment,
flintlock, you live in the arms,
of youngest grandfather's grandson



Serbian latin:

Kremenjačo, najdraže oružje,
od najlepše platine skovana,
tebe otac nasledno ostavi,
da te pazim, k'o devojku mazim,
upotrebim kad me neko gazi

Na tavanu još zapeta stojiš,
okačena o gredu masive,
kad pogledam srebrenko u tebe,
svi junaci Tromeđe ožive

Sa tobom je deda Lazarina,
savijao gnezdo lastavice,
prošao je bune i ratove,
za slobodu srpske nam matice

Sa tobom je deda Arsenije,
u središtu grada Banja Luke,
savijao Turke u buljuke

Tvoje vreme bez radosti bilo,
večni lelek braće Jugovića,
na Tromeđi sevala je sablja,
u čemeru i sa mnogo muka,
kremenjačo, živiš u naručju,
svog najmlađeg dedinog unuka