Vse rože sveta |
All the flowers of this world |
Strel samo za pozdrav |
A shot just to salute |
In za zlovo je planil v noč |
And to say goodbye and off he went into night |
Sredi trav pokopan tu leži |
Buried in the middle of the grass, he lies here |
Kjer je pal brez besede na ustih |
Where he fell down without a word on his lips |
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Jaz pa čakam pomladi |
I'm waiting for spring |
Slutim nežne dlani moje drage |
I can sense the tender palms of my dear |
Čutim božanje las in besedi dve |
I feel the caress of my hair and some words |
Brez besed, sredi trav |
Without words among the grass |
Ko pomlad je tu |
When the spring is here |
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Zakaj me ta beseda trobente spominja na tiste |
Why does the sound of the trumpet reminds me of those |
Ki nimajo na ustih pravih besed? |
Who don't have the right words in their mouths? |
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Le zakaj vse te rože |
Why do all these flowers |
Sredi polja leže in trohnijo? |
Lie and fester in the middle of the field? |
Da bi vsi ti ljudje |
So that all these people would |
Zaslutili čas |
Anticipate the time |
In pomlad, ki za vse |
And the spring that for all comes |
Je enkrat samo |
Only once |