Can you hear the stories Told by the melody of horns Can you see the swords Shiny like evening stars Can you see the horses Running like morning breeze In the fires of battle Death called lords and servants Brave warriors sleeps The long-lasting sleep Underneath the earth Where the great river's bank Was the colour of mother's tears Wake up you heroes of forgotten days Arise you valiant warriors It's time to fight, the night descends Saddle your horses And blow the horns Ahead Slavonic tribe Mothers don't waste your tears in vain As the warrior who's gone was bold And death he met the noble way Out on the battlefield Over his grave far away in the woods Let women bow down their heads Cause men are called By the mighty horns To go back and fight again