Текст песни Хортица - Стрибог

One in it are rapidness and rage:
He is forever Yun, he everywhere in front -
Flies, flowing, in the shreds River, like a sail,
Shirt on open chest ...
He did not have a wagon on the field of Lita Brani,
When, washing down in the ranks,
Strenging grandchildren - proud Slavs
They went to die for their homeland!
He did not subscribe when the separation clock
Poems beloved devoted to the poet ...
He and now again pegs sounds
From the silence of forests flying to light.