Hriste Boze - Nikola Urosevic Gedza перевод на английский

Hriste Boze

Hriste boze, raspeti i sveti,
Srpska zemlja kroz oblake leti.
Leti preko nebeskih visina,
Krila su joj Morava i Drina.
Zbogom prvi nerođeni sine,
Zbogom ruzo, zbogom ruzmariine.
Zbogom leto, jeseni i zimo,
Odlazimo da se ne vratimo.
Na tri sveto i na tri sastavno,
Odlazimo na Kosovo ravno,
Odlazimo na suđeno mesto,
Zbogom majko, sestro i nevesto.
Zbogom prvi nerođeni sine,
Zbogom ruzo, zbogom ruzmarine.
Zbogom leto, jeseni i zimo,
Odlazimo da se ne vratimo.
Kad je draga da odlazim čula
Za kalpak mi neven zadenula.
Kad je draga da odlazim čula
Za kalpak mi neven zadenula.
Zbogom prvi nerođeni sine,
Zbogom ruzo, zbogom ruzmarine.
Zbogom leto, jeseni i zimo,
Odlazimo da se ne vratimo

Christ God

Christ God, crucified and holy,
The Serbian land flies through the clouds.
It flies over the celestial heights,
Its wings are Morava and Drina.
Farewell my first unborn son,
Farewell rose, farewell rosemary.
Farewell summer, autumn and winter,
We leave never to return.
On three holy days and three gatherings,
We go to the plain of Kosovo,
We go to the destined place,
Farewell mother, sister and bride.
Farewell my first unborn son,
Farewell rose, farewell rosemary.
Farewell summer, autumn and winter,
We leave never to return.
When my dear one heard that I was leaving
She tucked a marigold into my hat.
When my dear one heard that I was leaving
She tucked a marigold into my hat.
Farewell my first unborn son,
Farewell rose, farewell rosemary.
Farewell summer, autumn and winter,
We leave never to return