Reci, Brate Moj - Thompson, Miroslav Škoro

Ne pitaj me ništa, bilo je pa prošlo

Dabogda se ne ponovilo

Ja sam im o sreće pa sam kući došo

A puno ih se nije vratilo

Reci brate moj, jesmo li prokleti

Pa se tako brzo sve zaboravi

Al neka ned o Bog, pa nas budu trebali

Opet će se gusta magla spustiti

Ne osjećam dane, tek poneko veče

Kad se sjetim naših pjesama

Tad i vino krene, k o čikola teče

Velebitska Vila doziva

Ne pitaj me ništa, tek svijeću upali

Za sve one što su za dom pali

Reci brate moj, jesmo li prokleti

Pa se tako brzo sve zaboravi

Al neka ned o Bog, pa nas budu trebali

Opet će se gusta magla spustiti

Don't ask me anything, it was over

I hope it doesn't happen again

I'm lucky for them, so I came home

And a lot of them didn't come back

Tell me, my brother, are we damned

So everything is forgotten so quickly

But God forbid, they will need us

Again the thick fog will descend

I don't feel the days, only a few evenings

When I think of our songs

Then the wine starts to flow

Velebit Villa summons

Don't ask me anything, just light the candle

For all those who have fallen for the home

Tell me, my brother, are we damned

So everything is forgotten so quickly

But God forbid, they will need us

Again the thick fog will descend