A stony heart is beating in the lap of the earth
In the virescent gleam within the woods
Who will shed a tear walking by?
Who will awaken the ancient times from sleep?
The sword Samoseč lies within the black soil
Clenched by a bony fist
Once a world-dominating dragonslayer
He dreams under the rocks, under the mountain
He dreams of a golden egg, from a golden duck
About a princess from the sea waves
About temporal power, walled castlеs
About glory, that endures the stony tomb
Oncе there will come a time, when the roots of mountains
Will tear the earth wide open
The greatest in the world, Popolvár-king
Will gallop out upon a phantom steed
Leading us into new times
The folk from below the mountains, stiff under snow
Shall awaken before the end of days