Home Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

Stone boulders are sung in the song.
Sandy coves with sea foam lace.
Echo from Mount Lovćen, our Olympus.
Rivers, mountain tears.
Our mountain eyes.
Slender mountain women with their black tendrils.
A shepherd staring at the sky.
Harmonious stroke, in step with the oar.
You can see our home from everywhere.
Our home is modest.
Hidden and tucked away.
In anger, a pile of rubble and a handful of earth.
In thoughts, our treasury. Come whenever you want.
Motherland spreads its arms wide and hugs you.