Uz Maršala Tita

"Uz Maršala Tita"
Song
Language	Serbo-Croatian Slovenian Macedonian Slovak
English title	"With Marshal Tito"
Written	Vladimir Nazor
Published	1943
Genre	Revolutionary song
Composer(s)	Oskar Danon

"Uz Maršala Tita" ("With Marshal Tito") is a Yugoslav Partisan anthem praising Josip Broz Tito, the country's liberation movement leader during World War II. The original Serbo-Croatian lyrics written by Vladimir Nazor and the music was composed by Oskar Danon.

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. The middle stanza of this song addresses that by outright refutation 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 at the time 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, at which Tito was awarded the title of Marshal of Yugoslavia. 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).

Lyrics

Original text

Serbo-Croatian (Latin script)	Serbian Cyrillic alphabet	Literal 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 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. 𝄇	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. 𝄇

In other languages

Slovenian	Macedonian	Slovak	Russian
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. 𝄇	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! 𝄇	Нам с маршалом Тито, земли нашей сыном, Не страшен не фронт и не ад. 𝄆 С верой в наше дело шагаем мы смело, И крепко сжимаем кулак. 𝄇 Какие мы готы? Славянского рода Сынов запятнать хочет враг. 𝄆 Кто нам ложь припишет и сам лжёт, как дышит, Почувствует пусть наш кулак. 𝄇 Свинца ураганы прошли партизаны, Покоя дни были редки. 𝄆 Настала победа, и к солнцу, и к небу, Возносим мы вновь кулаки. 𝄇

Unofficial English version

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. 𝄇

Other performances

In the late 1970s, not long before Josip Broz Tito's death, he visited North Korea, China, and the Soviet Union. Upon his arrival in North Korea, the DPRK Ceremonial Choir performed "Uz Maršala Tita" in Serbo-Croatian to honour the Yugoslav president.