Harao je i palio
He ravaged and burnt
vitkom sabljom seko
With a thin sword he cut
carstvom cara Sulejmana
The Suleiman’s Empire
dugo na daleko
Far and wide
Jednog dana došao je
One day he came
u borbama vođen
With a battalion
da zapali i poruši
To burn and destroy
mesto gde je rođen
The place he was born
Kob sudbine i njen danak
Fate and its duty
dade mu na dar
Gave him the gift
celi život da proživi
Of spending his whole life
kao janičar
As a Janissary
Na zgarištu puste kuće
Upon the ruins of an abandoned house
plakala je žena stara
An old woman was crying
on poteze svoju sablju
He drew his sword
sablju janičara
The sword of a Janissary*
Zar zasija iz očiju
A fire sparked from the eyes
duši što sad gine
Of a soul that was about to die
taman htede poseči je
Just as he was about to cut her,
ona reče sine
She said son
Nemoj sine ne greši se
Don’t do it son, don’t sin
ako svoga znadeš
If you know your own kind
majka sam ti poznajem ti
I am your mother, I recognise
nad usnama mladež
The birthmark above your lip
Sjaha konja mlad janičar
The young Janissaries dismounted the horse
i sablju ispusti
And put his sword down
majka htede nešto reći
The mother wanted to say something
ali ne izusti
But she didn’t utter the words
Kao janičar
As a Janissary