Where is my home? Where is my home?

Waters murmurs across the meads

Pinewoods rustle upon the cliff-rocks,

Bloom of spring shines in the orchard,

Paradise on Earth to see!

And that is the beautiful land,

The Czech land, my home!

The Czech land, my home!

Where is my home? Where is my home?

If, in the heavenly land, you have met

Tender souls in agile frames,

Of clear mind, vigorous and          prospering,

And with a strength that frustrates all defiance,

That is the glorious race of Czechs,

Among the Czechs (is) my home!

      Among the Czechs, my home!

Slovakia

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 Glory is alive

Firs yet grow

on the slopes of Kriváň

Whoever considers himself a Slovak,

may he take a sabre

     and rise with us.