Song of Marshal Tito - Serbian


With Marshal Tito

With Marshal Tito, the heroic son
not even Hell shall stop.
We raise our foreheads, we walk boldly
and clutching a fist.

All of pristine We Goths and we,
We Slavdom ancient common.
Whoever says otherwise slanders and lies,
Will feel our fist.

All the fingers in the color and kitty
Partisan create awareness.
So now what we need, to the sun, to the sky
High we raise our fist!