Nechte vlajky vlát [English translation]

We often have a hoarse voice

Sometimes we wheeze at the half-time

Our hope is the strength of the club

The excited group often cheers

Sometimes we cry for a stupid goal

But the faith is our strength

Let the wind blow, let the choir sound

All of us have our winning anthems

Let the flags fly, we should honour them

All of us know our winning colours

A strange toreador came

He has a different shirt, that strange being

What is he whistling -- it's a drive

We will manage this match, anyway

A goal in the net -- yeah, you're welcome

It's a drive - that faith of ours

Let the wind blow, let the choir sound

All of us have our winning anthems

Let the flags fly, we should honour them

All of us know our winning colours

Let the wind blow, let the choir sound

All of us have our winning anthems

Let the flags fly, we should honour them

All of us know our winning colours....