Hey, Slavs, there still lives
the word (spirit) of our grandfathers
While for the nation beats the heart
of its sons!
There lives, there lives the Slavic spirit,
It will live for ages!
In vain threatens the abyss of Hell
In vain the fire of thunder!
Let now everything above us
be blown away by the bora.
The stone cracks, the oak breaks,
Let the earth quake!
We stand firm
like the big cliffs,
