Paroles et traduction Marko Perković Thompson - Ljutu Travu Na Ljutu Ranu

Ljutu Travu Na Ljutu Ranu

Od mog srca draga i ljubavi tvoje
Ima jača ljubav, ljubav zemlje moje.
Sjeća li se draga, pričale su ki e,
Za ljubav se gine, zbog Hrvatske di e.

Ljutu travu, na ljutu ranu,
Dat ću draga ja i ivot za nju.
Hej, ljutu travu, na ljutu ranu.
Nemoj nikad zaboravit na nju.

Onu istu na u ko ulju pripremi.
Na tavan je stavi, za mene je spremi.
Bit će ona opet i sinu po mjeri
Kao to je bila mom djedu i meni.

Bitter Herbs for Bitter Wounds

My heart and your love are dearest to me
But there's a love more powerful, my love for my country.
Darling, do you recall what they used to say?
We die for love, for the sake of Croatia, my say.

Bitter herbs for bitter wounds,
I would sacrifice my life and everything for her.
Hey, bitter herbs for bitter wounds,
Never forget her.

Prepare them in a small wooden bowl
And store them in the attic, for me, my soul.
They will serve my son, as they did me
Just as they were for my grandfather and me.