Živila Hrvatska

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Živila Hrvatska (lit. Long live Croatia) is a Croatian patriotic song. The lyrics were written by August Šenoa, while the melody was composed by Ivan Zajc.

It was recorded in the 1893 "Hrvatska pjesmarica" by Vjekoslav Klaić.

[edit] Lyrics

Croatian	English translation
Glasna, jasna od pameti, Preko gora, preko dola, Hrvatska nam pjesma leti, Sve do našeg sinjeg mora, Čas je meka, čas ko grom, Vječna jeka za naš dom. Hajdemo, hajdemo, Brate moj, brate moj! Nek se slože grla bratska, živila Hrvatska, Nek se slože grla bratska, Živila, živila, živila Hrvatska! Živila, živila, živila Hrvatska! Hrvatskom se opet ori, Pjesma naših velikana, U njoj vječnom vatrom gori Slava Zrinskih-Frankopana. Čas je meka, čas ko grom, Vječna jeka za naš dom. Hajdemo, hajdemo, Brate moj, brate moj!	Loud, clear and smart(?), Over hills, over lowlands, The Croatian song flies, All the way to the deep sea, At times soft, at times as a thunder, Eternal echo for our home. Let's go, let's go, My brother, my brother! Line up the voices of brothers, long live Croatia, Line up the voices of brothers, Long live, long live, long live Croatia! Long live, long live, long live Croatia! It resounds across Croatia, The song of our great men, In it burns the eternal flame Of the glory of Zrinski-Frankopan. At times soft, at times as a thunder, Eternal echo for our home. Let's go, let's go, My brother, my brother!

Croatian

English translation

Glasna, jasna od pameti,
Preko gora, preko dola,
Hrvatska nam pjesma leti,
Sve do našeg sinjeg mora,
Čas je meka, čas ko grom,
Vječna jeka za naš dom.
Hajdemo, hajdemo,
Brate moj, brate moj!

Nek se slože grla bratska, živila Hrvatska,

Nek se slože grla bratska,

Živila, živila, živila Hrvatska!

Hrvatskom se opet ori,
Pjesma naših velikana,
U njoj vječnom vatrom gori
Slava Zrinskih-Frankopana.
Čas je meka, čas ko grom,
Vječna jeka za naš dom.
Hajdemo, hajdemo,
Brate moj, brate moj!

Loud, clear and smart(?),
Over hills, over lowlands,
The Croatian song flies,
All the way to the deep sea,
At times soft, at times as a thunder,
Eternal echo for our home.
Let's go, let's go,
My brother, my brother!

Line up the voices of brothers, long live Croatia,

Line up the voices of brothers,

Long live, long live, long live Croatia!

It resounds across Croatia,
The song of our great men,
In it burns the eternal flame
Of the glory of Zrinski-Frankopan.
At times soft, at times as a thunder,
Eternal echo for our home.
Let's go, let's go,
My brother, my brother!