The Coming of Croats

In the heroic land beloved, beautiful and distant,

in the year of the Lord six hundred and some.

The force has alighted on that land,

blue blood has led the people.

The Earth trembles, stone shatters

through the heavenly gates,

the white knight has ridden,

with the sword of gold.

Give me, piece of holy land,

land is, a mother and a child.

Love your land,

on her build a home,

and defend her with your own blood,

you are related to her.

Love your land,

love the blessed yield,

and proudly walk on it,

your earthborn gait.

Give me, piece of holy land,

land is, a mother and a child.

The white knight went back through the gates of heaven,

left our beautiful without hunger and war.

Before heavenly Father he kneeled with the words of gold,

"I gave holy land to hands of Croats".

And my heroic land beloved,

till today has, the words remembered.

Love your land,

on her build a home,

and defend her with your own blood,

you are related to her.

Love your land,

love the blessed yield,

and proudly walk on it,

your earthborn gait.

Give me, piece of holy land,

land is, a mother and a child.

Love your land,

on her build a home,

and defend her with your own blood,

you are related to her.

Love your land,

love the blessed yield,

and proudly walk on it,

your earthborn gait.

Give me, piece of holy land,

land is, a mother and a child.