Zdravica Poem by Ladislaus Kish
Zdravica
Dižem rujnog vina punu čašu
za zemlju lijepu, svetu našu,
neka je dragi Bog kao zlato čuva
da uvijek bude soli i kruva.!
Neka rodi kukuruz i pšenica,
plodovi vočnjaka i vinograda,
rađaju se vesela i zdrava dječica,
neka svatko živi od svojega rada.
Zapjevajmo himnu, braćo moja mila.
za Hrvatsku slobodnih i jednakih ljudi
za zemlju-majku što nas je rodila,
za pjesmu ptica što nas jutrom budi.
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