Vila - Manntra

Oj naša krasna Vila

Što si naše snove snila

Što tvoje tilo gleda sa visina

Kruh i vino nama podarila

Sudbina nekad kroji

nekad se kosi pa onda stoji

Ali sada divojka mlada

čeka njenu žrtvu sama

Za svoj narod i svoje misto

Za svoju dušu i da bude čisto

Ona mora poći tamo

Za spasiti svoje misto malo

Od njene žrtve polje rodilo

A njene želje selo ostvarilo

Svaki pun mjesec odlaze

A godine u idili prolaze

Oh our beautiful Villa

What you dreamed of our dreams

What your body looks down on

She gave us bread and wine

Fate sometimes shapes

sometimes it is mowed and then it stands

But now the girl is young

waiting for her victim alone

For his people and his place

For your soul and to be pure

She has to go there

To save your place a little

From her sacrifice the field gave birth

And her wishes came true

They leave every full month

And the years pass in idyll