"Uz Maršala Tita"
Song
Language
English title"With Marshal Tito"
WrittenVladimir Nazor
Published1943
GenreRevolutionary song
Composer(s)Oskar Danon

Uz Maršala Tita (English: "With Marshal Tito") is a Yugoslav Partisan anthem about the leader of the country's liberation movement in World War II, Josip Broz Tito, written by Vladimir Nazor and composed by Oskar Danon.[1]

During the Independent State of Croatia, part of the Ustasha ideology was minimizing the Slavic origin of Croats, purporting that Croats are descendants of the Goths.[2] The middle stanza of this song addresses that by outright refutal of the Gothic theory and by reaffirming the Slavic origins of all South Slavs.

Written in 1943 when relations between Josip Broz Tito and the Soviet leadership were very close, the first verse of the song's original version read "Uz Tita i Staljina, dva junačka sina" ("With Tito and Stalin, two heroic sons"). According to the song's composer Oskar Danon, people spontaneously rechristened this verse as "Uz maršala Tita, junačkoga sina" ("With Marshal Tito, the heroic son") at its first hearing in 1943 at the second session of AVNOJ in Jajce,[1][3] at which Tito was awarded the title of Marshal of Yugoslavia.[4] This version was firmly adopted as official after the Tito–Stalin split in 1948. It has been translated into all official languages of SFR Yugoslavia, as well as Slovak (So Súdruhom Titom).[5]

Lyrics

Serbo-Croatian (Latin / Cyrillic) Slovenian Macedonian

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 složila 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 осјетит' пест.𝄇

Све прсте на руци у јаду и муци
Партизанска сложила је свијест.
𝄆 Па сад кад и треба, до сунца до неба
високо ми дижемо пест.𝄇

Z maršalom Titom, junaškim sinom
pekel nas ne bo ustavil.'
𝄆 Dvignemo čela, stopimo krepko
in močno stisnite pest.𝄇

Vsi smo starodavni in nismo Goti,
Slovani smo starodavne časti.
𝄆 Kdor govori drugače, kleveta in laže,
Naša pest bo to začutila.𝄇

Vsi prsti na roki v bedi in mukah
Partizan je ustvaril zavest.
𝄆 Zdaj, ko je to potrebno, je sonce sonca nebo
Visoko dvignemo pesti.𝄇

Со маршалот Тито, херојскиот син
пеколот нема да не спречи“.
𝄆 Креваме чела, храбро чекориме
и цврсто стиснете ја тупаницата.𝄇

Сите сме антички и не сме Готи,
Ние Словените сме од античка чест.
𝄆 Кој вели поинаку, клевети и лаже,
Нашата тупаница ќе го почувствува тоа.𝄇

Сите прсти на раката во беда и маки
Партизанска создадена свест.
𝄆 Па сега кога е потребно, сонцето на сонцето е небото
Ги креваме тупаниците високо.𝄇

Slovak Literal English translation English translation

So súdruhom Titom, Hrdinským synom
Nás nemôže ani peklo zmiesť!
𝄆 My zdvíhame čelo, My kráčame smelo,
A pevne my zvierame päsť.𝄇

My rod starý my sme, A Góti my nie sme,
Len slovanstva starého sme časť.
𝄆 Kto opačne letí, Ten lže a klebetí,
Ten našu pocíti päsť!𝄇

Už prsty na rukách V biede a mukoch
Partizánska postojala česť
𝄆 A až bude treba, To slnka, do neba
My vysoko zdvihneme päsť!𝄇

With Marshal 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 clenched.
𝄆 And now when we should, to the sun, to the sky,
We raise our fists high.𝄇

With great Marshal 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.𝄇

References

  1. 1 2 "Novosti: Kako su nastajale partizanske pesme". Mondo.rs. 14 December 2008. Archived from the original on 3 September 2012. Retrieved 23 April 2023.
  2. ↑ Jareb, Mario (2008). "Da li su Hrvati postali Goti? Odnos ustaša i vlasti Nezavisne Države Hrvatske prema neslavenskim teorijama o podrijetlu Hrvata". Časopis za suvremenu povijest. 40 (3): 869–882.
  3. ↑ Danon, Oskar (16 February 2009). "Jugoslavija je moja jedina domovina". e-Novine (Interview) (in Serbo-Croatian). Interviewed by Nikčević, Tamara. Archived from the original on 22 February 2009. Retrieved 23 April 2023.
  4. ↑ Danon, Oskar (28 February 2008). "Živeti s muzikom". Vreme (Interview). No. 895. Interviewed by Ćirić, Sonja. Retrieved 23 April 2023.
  5. ↑ Banac, Ivo (1988). With Stalin against Tito: Cominformist Splits in Yugoslav Communism. Cornell University Press. p. 8. ISBN 0-8014-2186-1. JSTOR 10.7591/j.ctv75d52q.
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