Nastasimir Franović

Dubrovnik 12.04. 1960.
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Cradle

Cradle

Beloved, be my land, the cradle of my ancestors
Eternal and forever
Your inexhaustible springs and your water from the karst
When drunk once of freedom like you drunk of that water
There are no shackles and chains strong enough
To darken freedom
Every blow turns into a defiant smile
Strike, strike.
I don’t shiver before anyone!
There is no force and calvary to force us to say no more
As long as there is blood in us
And as much as our soil can drink
Whenever I look at the sky, there is a falcon clicking
Golden eagle flying through our crags
The one that flies on our proud standard
Red as our blood
Flag bearers will fall like sheaves of wheat
Upright will stand our standard
Proudly and forever
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