zastav tok svojich myslienok zaostri zrak na mracnu oblohu lebo posledny moze byt to rok vypocuj zvuk lesneho rohu
nastal cas krasnej burky oblohu pretina modry blesk dunivy hrom predzvestou dazda ozvena predkov a ich cinov lesk
zivot slovana v hornatej zemi je tazky a tvrdy ako kamen no my prezit dokazeme sami dedime hrdost, energie pramen
nezabudni kto si, na svoj narod zahaleny v bielom zavoji tkany minulostou, vlastnou krvou ucti jeho cest
spominaj na tieto slova zanechaj v srdci cest zi a zomri ako pohan odovzdaj tuto zvest
Translation: The Cloak of the Past
stop the flow of your thoughts focus your sight on the cloudy sky cause it might be the last of the years hear the sound of the forest horn
the time of the beautiful storm has come the sky is cut by a blue lightning the roaring thunder, the omen of rain the echo of the ancestors and the shine of their deeds
the life of a slav in a mountainous land is hard as a rock but we can survive on our own we inherit pride, the source of energy
don't forget who you are, don't forget your nation veiled in a white cloak weaved by the past by own blood honor it's honour
remember this words keep honour in your heart live and die as a pagan hand over this messageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
