1. julij 2012letnik XV
Ćutim ti Jecaj Moj mrtvi brate, Tamo Daleko Zemlja je teška
Sam si I tužan, Ne čuješ ezan Ni miris Bosne
Vrati se kući, Čeka te Žepa Tabut I mjesto časno
Čutim tvoj stok moj mrvi brat, daleč tam prst je težka
Sam si in žalosten Ne slišiš mujezinovega klica k molitvi niti vonja Bosne
Vrni se domov čaka te Žepa krsta in častno mesto
Ognjišta nema Posvuda suze. A Oni sami i sretni
Slavu i svjetlost vjere sakrij. Danas su baš, i crvi znalci
Ne mogu dalje Spusti! Ma, nêće čedo! Kolji! Mit lažni
Nejač u ognju Krici. Demon je tužan Ovi su bolji
I can feel Your groan My dead brother, There Far away Heavy is the soil
You are alone And wistful, You cannot hear Adhan Nor the scent of Bosnia
Return to your home, Žepa is waiting for you, Tabut And an honourable place
The hearth has gone Everywhere only tears. And They alone and happy
The glory and the light of the faith hide. Today even the worms are wise
I cannot any further Put it down! They won’t harm a baby! Slaughter them all! A perfidious myth
The little ones burning alive Screams. The Demon is sad For these are more skillful