Lyrics Various artist - Седи четник на камену

A Chetnik is sitting on a rock
holding a rifle over his shoulder.
And in his hand he reads the letter
his old mother asks.

Oh, my dear sons
when will you get home?
She is waiting for us, she is getting ready for the wedding
and you children are not at home.

A trembling hand writes to his mother,
my brother is gone.
My father, the beautiful Job,
wounded him in my trench.

To tell you the truth, Mom
he died in my arms.
And I may not come,
I'm waiting for the fight at midnight.

Say hello to my darling
and Mileva Jovanova.
Your heart is left empty,
that is how a Serb defends his own.