Ojka, ojka, vezala nas struna
Blješti munjom velikog Peruna
Pastirica pleše pred oluju
Gora kliče
Vladar svijeta došao pastiru
Suom čusrtinom iščupa planinu
Iz korijena samo jednom rukom
Gora kliče
There's a lady hiding on the hilltop
Fears the gods fighting in the sky
Thunder striking 'till there was no mountain
Oyka, oyka!
Yet she stayed
And dreamt about the seaside
Rays of sunlight
Crashing through the clouds
Smiling sailors
Waiting for the wind
Oyka, oyka!
Can you hear the cry?
Can you hear the cry?
From blades of lighting
She's pulling down the shades
They shine and glow as their glory fades
The hilltop rings as the lady sings
Oyka, oyka!
Can you hear the cry?
Can you hear the cry?
Ojka, ojka, vezala nas struna
Blješti munjom velikog Peruna
Pastirica pleše pred oluju
Gora kliče
Oyka , oyka!
Can you watch her die?
Can you hear the cry?