At sunrise


At sunrise,
The green Dubrova,
We met two brothers,
Two relatives by blood.

They are one of Krajina
The light has generated,
Yes not equal happiness
Endowed brothers.

The first he lived in the wild,
Grown in the open,
And the second - the Pan,
In poverty but in sorrow.

Met brothers
Blood, native,
Filed each other
Hand labor.

And first remarked:
- I went abroad,
I come with you
Happiness to share.

I parted the forest,
I swam across the river,
So as not to be separated
We are with you forever.

A second replied
Straightening his back:
- You got the sun
In the dark valley;

You opened the prison,
You brought freedom,
And with you I am ready
And into the fire and into the water.

And they went two brothers
By the dawn of the general
Nice, broad
Stalinist road. 1939