Závoj Minulosti

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 message.