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Uz Maršala Tita

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{{italic title}}Uz Maršala Tita ({{lang-sh|Uz Maršala Tita}}, {{lang-en|With Marshall Tito}}) is a Yugoslav Partisan anthem about Marshal and president of SFR Yugoslavia Josip Broz Tito, written by Vladimir Nazor and composed by Oskar Danon.^[1]

During the World War II in Yugoslavia, the Ustaše regime in German-sponsored Independent State of Croatia (NDH) claimed origins from Goths (i.e., Ostrogoths, see also theories about origin of Croats), instead of Slavs,^[2] which would make them Aryans, and closer to the Nazi regime. The middle stanza of this song addresses that by outright refutal of Gothic theory and by reaffirming the Slavic origins of all South Slavs.

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Uz maršala Tita, junačkoga sina

nas neće ni pakao smest'.

Mi dižemo čelo, mi kročimo smjelo

i čvrsto stiskamo pest.

Rod prastari svi smo, a Goti mi nismo,

Slavenstva smo drevnoga čest.

Ko drukčije kaže, kleveće i laže,

Našu će osjetit' pest.

Sve prste na ruci u jadu i muci

Partizanska stvorila je svijest.

Pa sad kad i treba, do Sunca do neba

Visoko mi dižemo pest.

Уз маршала Тита, јуначкога сина

Нас неће ни пакао смест'.

Ми дижемо чело, ми крочимо смјело

И чврсто стискамо пест'

Род прастари сви смо, а Готи ми нисмо

Славенства смо древнога чест.

Ко друкчије каже, клевеће и лаже

Нашу ће осjетит' пест.

Све прсте на руци у јаду и муци

Партизанска створила је свијест.

Па сад кад и треба, до сунца до неба

Високо ми дижемо пест.

With Marshall Tito, the heroic son

not even Hell shall stop us.

We raise our foreheads, we walk boldly

and clench our fists hard.

Of an ancient kindred we are, but Goths we are not

Part of ancient Slavdom are we.

Whoever says otherwise slanders and lies,

will feel our fist.

All the fingers upon our hands, through misery and suffering

The Partisans awareness has created.

And now when we should, to the sun, to the sky,

We raise our fists high.

With great Marshall Tito, our land's bravest hero,

We'll be even stronger than Hell!

We raise our heads bravely, and not hung down gravely,

And clench our fists hard as well.

We're from an ancient tribe, but Goths we don't ascribe,

As we're children of ancient Slavs.

He who says otherwise merely slanders and lies,

And surely will face our wrath.

All fingers on our hands will fight to save our lands,

As the partisans are always spry.

When we die we don't cry to the sun or the sky,

We just raise our fists on high.

Serbo-Croatian Latin	Serbo-Croatian Cyrillic	Literal English translation	English translation

References

1. ^http://www.mtsmondo.com/news/world/text.php?vest=118576
2. ^Noel Malcolm, Bosnia: A Short History (1994), Chapter 1

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