Ne plačem samo s bolom svoga srca rad' ove zemlje uboge i gole; mene sve rane moga roda bole i moja duša s njim pati i grca.
Ovdje, u bolu srca istrzana, ja nosim kletve svih patnji i muka, i krv što kapa s dušmanskih ruka to je krv moja iz mojijeh rana.
U meni cvile duše miliona- moj svaki uzdah, svaka suza bona, njihovim bolom vapije i ište.
I svuda gdje je srpska duša koja, tamo je meni otadžbina moja, moj dom i moje rođeno ognjište.
Aleksa Šantić
My Homeland
I am not crying only with the pain of my heart for this poor and naked land; all the wounds of my kin hurt me and my soul suffers and cries with it.
Here, in the pain of my tore up heart, I bear curses of all sufferings and pains and that blood that falls from enemy's hands, that is my blood from my wounds.
In me squeal souls of millions- my each breath, each tear, with their pain screams and cries.
And anywhere where is a Serb soul, there is my homeland, my home and my land.