Nad Tatrou sa blýska

Nad Tatrou sa blýska er Slovakiets nationalsang.

Nad Tatrou sa blýska

hromy divo bijú.

Zastavme ich bratia,

ved' sa ony stratia,

Slováci ožijú.

To Slovensko naše

posiaľ tvrdo spalo.

Ale blesky hromu

vzbudzujú ho k tomu,

aby sa prebralo.

Už Slovensko vstáva

putá si strháva

Hej rodina milá

hodina odbila,

žije matka Sláva

Ešte jedle rastú

na krivánskej strane

Kto jak Slovák cíti,

nech sa šable chytí,

a medzi nás vstane

There is lightning over the Tatra,

thunderclaps are striking ferociously.

Let us stop them, brothers,

(you will see that) they will disappear,

the Slovaks will revive.

This, our Slovakia

has long been fast asleep.

But the lightning of the thunder

is rousing it

to wake up.

Already Slovakia is waking up,

throwing off its bonds

Hey dear family

the hour has ticked away

Mother Slavia is alive

Firs yet grow

on the slopes of Kriváň

Whoever is feeling like a Slovak,

let him take a sword

and let him rise among us.