There far away, far from the sea,
There is my village, there is Serbia.

There far away, where yellow lemon blooms,
There was the only path for the Serbian army.

There far away, where white lilly blooms,
There are father and son giving their lives together.

There where the silent Morava flows,
There my icon stays, and my family saint.

There where Timok greets Veljko's city,
There they burnt down the church, in which I was married when young.

Without fatherland, on Corfu I lived,
But I proudly cheered: Long live Serbia!