Ho, ye Slovaks! our beloved language still surviveth;
While the faithful heart within us for our nation striveth;
Yes, the Slovak spirit liveth; it will live forever
Hell and thunder, 'gainst us raging, vain is your endeavor.
God to us our tongue entrusted, God, who sways the thunder;
Who on earth then shall presume this gift from us to sunder!
Though the earth were filled with demons, our rights assailing,
We defy them. God is with us, His strong arm prevailing.
Though about us storms are raging, bringing devastation,
Rocks disrupting, oaks uprooting, shaking earth's foundation,
Yet we stand like castle walls, our vested rights asserting;
May the earth engulf the traitor from our ranks deserting.
Sent by Carlos André Pereira da Silva Branco