Ojka, Ojka 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 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 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 Can you hear the cry? Can you hear the cry? Ojka, Ojka 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?