Uz Maršala Tita

Uz Maršala Tita (English: With Marshal 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 World War II in Yugoslavia, group of Bosniak Muslim autonomists sent a "memorandum" to Hitler with the claim that they are of Goths (i.e., Ostrogoths) origin.[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 early version of the song included a mention of Joseph Stalin. The first verse of this early version read "Uz Tita, Staljina, dva junačka sina" (With Tito and Stalin, two heroic sons). After the Tito-Stalin split in 1948, Stalin's name was dropped and the first verse was changed to "Uz maršala Tita, junačkoga sina" (With marshal Tito, a heroic son)[3].

Lyrics

Latin	Cyrillic	Literal English translation	English translation
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 осјетит' 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 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 created. 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. http://www.mtsmondo.com/news/world/text.php?vest=118576
2. Noel Malcolm; (1995), Povijest Bosne - kratki pregled p 6-9; Erasmus Gilda, Novi Liber, Zagreb, Dani-Sarajevo, ISBN 953-6045-03-6
3. Ivo Banac; With Stalin against Tito : Cominformist splits in Yugoslav Communism p 8; Cornell University Press, 1988, ISBN 0-8014-2186-1