Bilećanka

Bilećanka (Билећанка) is a popular Yugoslav song written in 1940 in a political prison camp in Bileća during the authoritarian regime of Prince Paul. Lyrics were written by Milan Apih, a Slovene communist and teacher from Celje, who was imprisoned at the camp.

Slovene
 Sredi pušk in bajonetov, sredi mrkih straž Se pomika naša četa v hercegovski kras.

Čuje se odmev korakov Po kamenju hercegovskem Heja ho, heja ho.

Daleč zdaj si domovina nas izgnali so Ko da krivi smo zločina, ker te ljubimo.

Čuje se odmev korakov...

Vzeli materi so sina, ženi so moža Lačna je doma družina, dosti je gorja.

Čuje se odmev korakov...

Že v Sibirijo gonili, brate so nekdaj Pa je prišel konec sili, kje si zdaj tiran.

Čuje se odmev korakov...

Skoz pregnanstvo in trpljenje, skozi ječe mrak Prišlo novo bo življenje, čujte mu korak.

Čuje se odmev korakov...

Ko brez pušk in bajonetov, prosta nam bo pot Stopala bo naša četa, svobodi naprot'.

Čuje se odmev korakov...

Serbo-Croatian
 Sred pušaka, bajoneta, straže oko nas, tiho kreće naša četa kroz bilećki kras.

Čuje se odjek koraka po kamenju hercegovskom; Hej, haj, ho! Hej, haj, ho!

Daleko si zavičaju, mi prognani smo, prognaše nas zbog zločina što te ljubimo.

Čuje se odjek koraka po kamenju hercegovskom; Hej, haj, ho! Hej, haj, ho!

Osta majka bez svog sina žena bez druga pusta osta kuća njina gorka sudbina.

Čuje se odjek koraka po kamenju hercegovskom; Hej, haj, ho! Hej, haj, ho!

Već u Sibiru gonili braću su nekad Pa je stigao konac sili gdje si, tiranine, sad?

Čuje se odjek koraka po kamenju hercegovskom; Hej, haj, ho! Hej, haj, ho!

Kroz progonstvo i trpljenje, kroz tamnice mrak, dolazi nam novi život, čujte mu korak.

Čuje se odjek koraka po kamenju hercegovskom; Hej, haj, ho! Hej, haj, ho!

Bez pušaka, bajoneta bude li nam poć stupat će naša četama slobodi nasuprot.

Čuje se odjek koraka po kamenju hercegovskom; Hej, haj, ho! Hej, haj, ho!

English translation
 Midst of rifles, bayonets, guards around us all, silently our troops are moving ‘Long Bileća stone.

Footfall echoing the distance on the rocks of Herzegovina Heya, ho! Heya, ho!

You're so far my homeland country, we've been sent away, they deported us for crime of loving you today.

Footfall echoing the distance...

Son from mother torn and lost, husband from the wife, Family at home grows hungry Bitter fate awaits.

Footfall echoing the distance...

Already into Siberia, brothers driven were, but the plight that to has ended where ‘re you tyrant now?

Footfall echoing the distance...

Through the suffering, persecution through the dungeon's dark, a new life will be arriving hear her footsteps mark.

Footfall echoing the distance...

As the rifles, bayonets, Needed are no more, Our company’ll be marching Facing freedom on.

Footfall echoing the distance...