Ljutu Travu Na Ljutu Ranu - Marko Perković Thompson

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.

From my heart dear and your love

He has stronger love, the love of my country.

Do you remember, darling, they said ki,

He dies for love, because of Croatia.

Hot grass, hot wound,

I will give my life for her.

Hey, hot grass, hot wound.

Never forget her.

Prepare the same in oil.

Put it on the ceiling, save it for me.

She will be tailor-made for her son again

Like it was to my grandfather and me.