Oyka, oyka
Vezala nas struna
Blješti muniom
Velikog Peruna
Pastirica pleše pred oluju
Gora kliče
Vladar svijeta
Došao pastiru
Suom čurstinom
Iščupa planinu
Iz korijena samo jednom rukom
Gora kliče
Gora kliče
Gora kliče
Gora kliče
Gora kliče
There's a lady hiding on the hilltop
Fears the gods fighting in the sky
Thunder striking 'til 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
Oyka, oyka
Can you hear the cry?
Can you hear the cry?
From blades of lightning she's pulling down the shades
They shine and glow as their glory fades
The hilltop rings as the lady sings
Oyka, oyka
Oyka, oyka
Can you hear the cry?
Can you hear the cry?
Oyka, oyka
Vezala nas struna
Blješti muniom
Velikog Peruna
Pastirica pleše pred oluju
Gora kliče
Oyka, oyka
Can you watch her die?
Can you hear the cry?
Can you watch her die?
Can you hear the cry?
