Nad Tatrou sa bly’ska, hromy divo biju. Zastavme ich, bratia, ved sa ony stratia, Slovaci oziju. To Slovensko nase posial tvrdo spalo. Ale blesky hromu vzbudzuju ho k tomu, aby sa prebralo. Uz Slovensko vstava puta si strhava. Hej, rodina mila, hodina odbila, zije matka Slava. Este jedle rastu na krivanskej strane. Kto jak Slovak citi, nech sa sable chyti
a medzi nas stane.
There is lightning over the Tatras, thunderclaps wildly beat. Let us stop them, brothers, for all that, they will disappear, the Slovaks will revive. That Slovakia of ours has been fast asleep so far. But the thunder’s lightning is rousing it to come to. Slovakia already arises, tears off its shackles. Hey/yes, dear family, the hour has struck, Mother Slava/Glory is alive. Firs are still growing in the direction of Krivan Who has feelings like a Slovak, https://www.world-countries.orghttps://www.world-countries.org let him get hold of a sabre
and stand among us.