(Slovenian)
Socna je zemlja v vecerni goreci luci, strast blaznih
Ocetov nas do zadnjega muci.
Dali so nam oci, da v njih se pijanost pretaka, dali so
Nam roke, gresne plodove mrake.
Ljubimo zemljo bolestno, kakor so oni ljubili, ljubimo
Nijh sive glave, plodnost so nam podelili.
KRVAVA GRUDA-PLODNA ZEMLJA.
(English)
Rich is the earth in the burning evening light,
The passion of our mad fathers is tormenting
Us to the last.
They gave us eyes that drunkeness decants
Inside them, they gave us hands- the sinful
Fruits of twilight
We love our land sorrowfully as they loved it
Their grey heads we love, fertility they gave
Us.
BLOODY GROUND-FERTILE LAND.