Fabetu Za Dušu - VESELI ŠOKCI Übersetzung ins Englische

Fabetu Za Dušu

Upregnut ću svoga Sokola u zoru,
Kad se prvo sunce umiva na šoru,
Kada vjetri hladni Slavonijom pušu,
I zapjevam pjesmu Fabetu za dušu.

Oj sokole, ptico siva,
Ti podari njemu krila,
Neka vječno nad ravnicom bdije,
Ta široka duša Slavonije.

Kao da sad tiše Karašica teče,
Svoga Šovu rijeka zaboravit neće,
Sa svircima mnoge dočeko je zore,
A znali su reći i kad glumi ore.

Oj sokole, ptico siva,
Ti podari njemu krila.
Neka vječno nad ravnicom bdije,
Ta široka duša Slavonije.

Ta široka duša Slavonije.

A Ballad for the Soul

My Sokol I shall harness come the morn,
As the sun first bathes on yonder lawn,
When cold winds blow through Slavonian plains,
And I will sing a ballad, my dear Fabet, to sustain.

Oh falcon, gracious bird of grey,
Grant him wings to soar,
To watch eternally o'er the vast expanse,
That boundless spirit of Slavonia's trance.

As the gentle Karašica now seems to flow,
The river shall remember Šova's glow,
With musicians, he welcomed countless dawns,
And they would tell tales of nuts and fawns.

Oh falcon, gracious bird of grey,
Grant him wings to soar,
To watch eternally o'er the vast expanse,
That boundless spirit of Slavonia's trance.

That boundless spirit of Slavonia's trance.