Brousíme nože [English translation]

We're sharpening knives, swords

if it doesn't drip, then let it flow

who's against us is breaking his neck

we've got strong arms

and high-calibre bodies

just our coach's ready for a bypass surgery

Hey, if we're not getting a pile of gold

our coach's coming, and that's our dad

we'll break the rink down to pieces, put them into tequila and you'll see the next time

Hey, if we don't win, may God be with you

the masseur's coming, and that's our mom

he can do even more; left, right, and your lungs are torn apart

Yeah, the guy in the goal

is no obstacle for us

we're armed to the teeth

and according to local traditions

prepare for criticism

put our jerseys on upside down

Hey, if we're not getting a pile of gold

then the coach's coming, and that's our dad

we'll break the rink down to pieces, put them into tequila and you'll see the next time

Hey, if we don't win, may God be with you

then the masseur's coming, and that's our mom

he can do even more; left, right, and your lungs are torn apart

• Artist:Kabát