Brousíme nože [English translation]

We sharpening knives, swords

if it doesn't pour, so let it flow

who's against us will break his neck

we have strong arms

and bodies of large caliber

only coach is ripe for a bypass

Hey, when we don't get a pile of gold

coach will come up and he's our dad

we'll take field to pieces, give some tequila and you wait until the next time

Hey, when we don't win, God bless your soul

masseur will come up and he's our mum

he can do even more; left, right and rips your lungs

Yeah, that man in the goal

will be beaten down

we're armed to the teeth

and according to local habits

prepare for criticism

turn jerseys upside down

Hey, when we don't get a pile of gold

coach will come up and he's our dad

we'll take field to pieces, give some tequila and you wait until the next time

Hey, when we don't win, God bless your soul

masseur will come up and he's our mum

he can do even more; left, right and rips your lungs

• Artist:Kabát