Lyrics:

Grandpa Jovo, you old Serb,
what happened to you in the old days,
your neighbor stabbed knife in your heart,
he hurt your great-grandfather's wounds
your cockade is on your fur-hat again,
grandpa Jovo, you old Serb,

You are Jovo ancestry,
from Đačić, around Nikšić,
and you are the head of the proud Pešići,
from Tikvarići next to Ninići

Life didn't fondle you,
it was joy, and the empty sorrow,
you never complained of anything,
and you raised eight children

Your daughter Rada gave birth,
to son Saša, a young Serbian fighter,
Saša, of sparse beard, went,
to defend his country from the Ustashe

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Jovo, brother, here are the black ravens,
don't they have anyone but us,
here they go again from all sides,
to you Jovo, bringing the bad news

As I watch you, my heart freezes,
hey enemies, let you be damned,
there is no Saša, hey Jovan of gray hair,
Krajinian and your grandson

Serbian suffering around Banja Luka,
there have always been many, it is known,
cry Jovo, your hands are shaking,
the sky cries, the Krajina cries

Rada cries, father Boro cries,
their sorrow is as deep as a grave,
did you have to die son,
hey enemies, let you be damned



Serbian latin:

Đede Jovo, ti Srbine stari,
šta te snađe u starine dane,
nož komšija u srce ti zari,
prađedovske ozledi ti rane,
kokarda ti opet na šubari,
đede Jovo ti, Srbine stari

Ti si Jovo poreklom od tića,
od Đačića, okolo Nikšića,
a glava si ponosnih Pešića,
iz Tikvarića pored Ninića

Tebe život milovao nije,
beše radost, a i tuga pusta,
nikada se požalio nisi,
a osmoro ti othrani usta

Rodila je tvoja ćerka Rada,
sina Sašu, srpskog borca mlada,
krenuo je, retke brade, Saša,
zemlju svoju branit od ustaša

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Jovo, brate, evo crnih vrana,
zar nemaju nikog osim nas,
evo opet idu sa svih strana,
tebi Jovo nose crni glas

Dok te gledam srce mi se ledi,
oj dušmani ubio vas Bog,
nema Saše, oj Jovane sedi,
Krajišnika i unuka tvog

Srpske muke oko Banje Luke,
uvek bilo mnogo, to se zna,
plači Jovo, drhtave ti ruke,
plače nebo, plače Krajina

Plače Rada, plače otac Boro,
tuga im je duboka k'o grob,
zar si sine poginuti mor'o,
oj dušmani ubio vas Bog