Lyrics:

Our land groans from pain
The Slavonic motherland cries
Hey, Slavonic brother, our motherland waits
Raise your sword as a patriot
Protect the Slavonic land from evil
From devilish intrigues, from heathen lies
Wind carries the war call
Be without pity, in the struggle with Satan
Time of battle has begun already
Raise your sword, throw away doubts
God is with us in this war
In the battle for souls in the Slavonic land
The final of the battle is decided:
Good wins in the struggle with the evil