Neka ni‘ko ne dira u moj mali dio svemira [English translation]

East, west, everyone defends what is theirs,

But I can't (defend) what is mine,

My only world.

And because of that to them I am a fascist,

But I never wanted anything from others,

only her, free land.

Living quietly proud on what's mine,

Even though it doesn't always go my way.

They attack the slave feathers,

Like they defended the villages,

Mice, got out of holes.

Oh, how their faces become like a vampire (turn white),

When our checkerboard flys,

The holy flag.

Living quietly proud on what's mine,

Even though it doesn't always go my way.

Chorus

Let it be heard, let it be known,

Let the flag fly,

Let no one touch

In my small piece of universe

In the ether of lies they deceive people,

So easily the prosecute the innocent,

I am guilty, for being alive.

They called patriotism fascism,

It's how they defend their communism,

Transparent demagogy.

Living quietly proud on what's mine,

Even though it doesn't always go my way.

Chorus x4

• Artist:Marko Perković
• Album:Bilo jednom u Hrvatskoj