I am happy here, here, where
I hear girls' songs
I lie in the shade of an oak tree
I drink cold water from a tap
Under the window where the wind blows
The tambourines play
Where the horses are harnessed
And all the farmers know me
Where that lamp burns
Where that sleigh creaks
Here is where my soul will end
Here my days are beautiful
Where I love the kirvaj
Sijelo, prelo and the rakija is hot
Where I live like a beggar so
Every village knows me
Here the sun bathes the field
Here is my only home
Here are the bones of my ancestors
Where they dream sweet dreams
I can't describe it
I wouldn't know how to breathe anywhere else
I would die of sadness
If I couldn't smell the wheat
If I couldn't see my yard
Or my alley
Before I close my eyes
Once more before the dark
Here's where my father made me
Where my mother taught me letters
If I had to leave
Here I will return
Where my field is
My plum is
My horse's mane is
My blood is alive
Where the Bosut river swims
And candles are lit for heroes
For those who died in battle
For the pride and honor of the name of my Slavonia

And when you long for plains
Come to Vinkovci
All my roads have long since been overgrown
I stand on the threshold of the gate of Croatia
They call you, they call, the plains of Slavonia
Come to Vinkovci
I praise the sacred images
Because I am a Slavonian child
From head to toe
So songs fly from my throat
To my native land, to my beloved homeland
Where people know me
And the stars shine more beautifully
Where the sky is more beautifully blue
Where feelings are real and in the
Best possible way to celebrate
And rakija scratches like straw
The second one is already going by itself
Down the throat into the veins
Every time the song starts
That's my Slavonia
That is my plain
Playful vranci(1)
Children alive Everywhere around
And when the tamburica(2) plays
More beautiful than the chirping of birds
It's easier to get over it
Then the pain becomes a trifle
Here is my pride
Every tree in the plum grove
Human imagination could not
Think of more beautiful views
And when I am no more
When I leave this idyll
I will kiss in paradise
The beautiful Slavonian fairy
We Croats are dear to God
So I will pray that he will return me
One last time
To watch while
The wheat turns golden
And when he returns me up again
I will thank him first
For giving us
A piece of land that
He has kept for himself

I respect everyone
But I fear no one
Except dear God
Because He's the reason I exist
That I am and live to
Be proud of my name
Where the destroyed city
Stands at the gates of Croatia
Tears slide down my face
While I listen to the tamburica
When my fingers touch the string
Don't touch my plain
But your sons
Slavonia, we are watching over you now
And never again will foreigner's feet
Ever step on you
Death came too easy
Too many mothers cried
For too long, heaven on Earth looked like hell
They burned our forests
We planted them again
They demolished our houses
We built them again
They were killing my people
But we stayed on our own
To defend our home
Because we love our home
And are faithful to our home
When the falcons call
Mother Slavonia
These words will be sung
Love your own, fight
The heart is Slavonian
Rakija in the blood
Because I love my people
That solemn ode plays
To the holy land of our people
Because it was paid for with blood
While dreaming of freedom

All my roads have long since been overgrown
I stand on the threshold of Croatia
They call you, they call, plains Slavonian
Come to Vinkovci

1 vranec is a type of wine
2 tamburica is a small instrument with a distinct sound popular in this region

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Pub: 29 Apr 2026 18:49 UTC

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