Oyka!

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!
(Lalala)
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!
Oyka oyka!
(Lalala)
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!
(Lalala)
Can you watch her die?
Can you hear the cry?
Can you watch her die?
Can you hear the cry?