My field has no ending and beginning,
And my home field is completely fueled by blood.
I know what tomorrow day is bringing,
It's an outrage and burning churches in the mud.
I know when the present times are leaving.
There's an outrage and the burnt churches in the mud.
I won't get out of my Holy Ground.
As a shooting star here I will reverse course.
Like a phantom shade I'll fly around
Right above of our vanquished battle force.
Also with the wind I'll fly around
Right above the core of our vanquished force.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo.
The place of blackbird's song.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo.
The blackbirds sing along.
There's the light world boarders with the foes.
The black violence attracted by the Devil's mark.
It's a place of death for our state and cross.
In the spring like scarlet poppies we'll bloom from the murk.
We'd die for our cross and for our homes,
Then next spring like scarlet poppies we'll bloom from the dark.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo
From the blackbird's-eye view.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo
The blackbirds sing for you.
Let the heavens send the rains to wash the field,
Then my dispute with remembrance will decide.
You and I were never married, oh my sweet.
And you will be other real hero's bride.
Oh my love, because we knew we'd never meet,
Soon you will be other real hero's bride.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo
Where the blackbirds will fly.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo
The blackbirds in the sky.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo.
The place of blackbird's song.
Kosovo Polje, Field of Kosovo.
The blackbirds sing along.