For the glory of our dead, we raise
Our banners high where battles once were fought,
With honor bright, we tread on memory's bays,
In fields where courage flourished, bravely sought.

Our sons, the torchbearers of tales untold,
With every thread that flutters in the breeze,
Remembering the past, both fierce and bold,
They stand as walls, defending ancient trees.

The echoes of the brave still call our name,
In unity, we rise, their strength in mind,
To shield the land where freedom staked its claim,
And cherish every soul that fate entwined.

So let the banners wave in skies so clear,
For in their shadow, we find hope and cheer.

Tomaž Jevšenak