The wind whistles on all sides,
Scrapes the wood, breaks the branches!
With all the force of its flight
Sweeping across, rushing over the world.
Whistling a song – to the horizon!
About the courageous fighter who fights
For his whole life
For an idea, for his principles.
May this hope always follow him:
That, when death overcomes him,
New fighters will appear
Take up his flag,
Whistling a song, whistling to all
the wicked and to the tyrants!
A song of anger, a song that rages
A song that brings fear,
A song of pity, a song of poverty,
Let them hear it, let them grow pale!
Kosta Abrašević (1879–1898)
