Boka
Aleksa Šantić
Our dear Boko, bride of the Adriatic,
Covered by a sky like blue silk,
You are more beautiful than your seaside fairy
And you are brighter than her necklace.

I would never look at you!
But I don't care: to become a wave
Your sea is blue, so before your grief
To hum and sing to you forever.

And to look at your Lovćen blue with you!
Well, one day, when the gentleman called,
When our eagles fly high

And from your hands that are hard as iron,
To hear the victory hymn from your hills
And to celebrate the day of golden freedom with you!