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!
