Grmi negjde nad Likom,

I djecak jedan oluju slusa.

I krece u svijet za vidikom,

Veliko srce, cista dusa.

Kako uzeti snagu gromu,

Prometeju se misao budi.

Kako pomoci svome domu,

I svima, svuda gdje su ljudi!

Ja sam naroda svog sin,

I nema drugog gesla,

Velike drame prvi cin,

Nikola Tesla!

Grmi negdje nad Likom,

I majka zove cobance drago:

"Nidzooo, ....!

Kako uzeti snagu gromu,

Prometeju se misao budi.

Kako pomocisvome domu,

I svima, svuda gdje su ljudi.

Ja sam naroda svog sin,

I nema drugog gesla,

Velikde drame prvi cin,

Nikola Tesla!

English Version (thanks to Ivan Hofman):

It`s thundering somewhere above Lika,

And a boy is listening a storm.

And with a vision in his mind goes to the world,

Great heart, pure soul.

How to deprive the force from a thunder,

The Idea is awakeing in a mind of Prometheus.

How to help his own home,

And to everyone, wherever people lives!

I`m a son of my own nation,

And there`s ain`t other motto,

But the first act of a great drama,

Nikola Tesla!

It`s thundering somewhere above Lika,

And a mother is calling her dear shepheard:

Nijoooooo, ....!

How to deprive the force from a thunder,

The Idea is awakeing in a mind of Prometheus.

How to help his own home,

And to everyone, wherever people lives!

I`m a son of my own nation,

And there`s ain`t other motto,

But the first act of a great drama,

Nikola Tesla!