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 translate: Bloody Ground - Fertile Land]
Rich is the earth in the burning evening light,
the pa**ion 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.