The ploughman dig the earth
Life bursting from his pores
Independence, it was held
To her breast like a sacred child
She was reborn, in the void
Victory shining in her eyes

Titoism, bended backs
One little, One little Serbian flower

The reflection of our images
Laughed at us from the rainy street
Cry of the fire in the sun
The clown panics and shakles the bars
The sun burns the black mud
I hеar laughter from the fields

Titoism, bеnded backs
One little, One little Serbian flower

The ploughman dig the earth
Life bursting from his pores
Independence, it was held
To her breast like a sacred child
She was reborn, in the void
Victory shining in her eyes
Titoism, bended backs
One little, One little Serbian flower