Cradle

Cradle
Beloved, be my land, the cradle of my ancestors.
Eternal and forever.
Your inexhaustible springs and your water from the karst.
When drunk once of freedom like you drunk of that water,
there are no shackles and chains strong enough
to darken freedom!
Every blow turns into a defiant smile.
Strike, strike!
I don’t shiver before anyone!
There is no force and calvary to force us to say no more.
As long as there is blood in us,
and as much as our soil can drink
Whenever I look at the sky, a falcon is clicking.
Golden eagle flying through our crags,
the one that flies on our proud standard.
Red as our blood
Flag bearers will fall like sheaves of wheat.
Upright will stand our standard!
Proudly and forever!