Do hory do lesa, valasi Cti hori v tom nasom salasi;
radost velka sa zjavuje a tento svet potesuje
Kracajte, bratkovia, k jaslickam, aby ste zjavili vsetko nam.
(Out to the hills, to the forest run, What is burning there like the sun? A great joy is there appearing. None has ever been so cheering. Run, shepherds run to the manger. Then come and tell us what you have seen.)
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