Kletva Kralja Zvonimira - Thompson

Prodali su naše snove, Judini sinovi

Suho zlato bacili u blato

Buđenje je bilo tako lijepo, možda prekasno

I nevinom krvlju plaćeno

Ej, umorna zemljo izmučena

Ima li još tko umrijeti za te

Prodali su naše snove Judini sinovi

Suho zlato bacili u blato

Pred vratima tuđim opet za pravdu molimo

Težak sada križ mi nosimo

Ej, umorna zemljo izmučena

Ima li još tko umrijeti za te

Kralju Dmitre Zvonimire

Kroz planine odjekuju krici

U tamnici tvoji su vojnici

Izdajice, ne imali mira

Ubili ste kralja Zvonimira

Izdali ste naše velikane

I sinove sto su majke dale

Jucer gledam sliku naroda

Baca cvijeće po herojima

A već sutra pobjednike sude

Prodaše ih za Judine škude

They sold our dreams, sons of Judah

Dried gold thrown into the mud

Waking up was so beautiful, maybe too late

And paid with innocent blood

Hey, tired earth tormented

Is there anyone else to die for you

The sons of Judah sold our dreams

Dried gold thrown into the mud

At the door of others we pray again for justice

The heavy cross we carry now

Hey, tired earth tormented

Is there anyone else to die for you

To King Dmitri Zvonimir

Screams echo through the mountains

Your soldiers are in the dungeon

Traitors, they had no peace

You killed King Zvonimir

You betrayed our giants

And the sons that mothers gave

Yesterday I saw a picture of the people

He throws flowers at the heroes

And the winners will be judged tomorrow

He sold them for Judas' scum