It’s a long way home, 

in Ocean waters deep and dark. 

Lost on a boat 

I float.

No anchor found. 

Where to set the sails? 

Where to? 

These birds above white clouds, 

Migrating all around. 

Where do they flee? 

It‘s a long way home. 

Three mighty peaks, the Julian Alps, 

bathing in the sun and shine - 

true symbol of the land divine. 

Sweet Mediterranean Coast, 

above it vineyards hills 

of early autumn Karst.  

Ljubljana Castle, 

dragon’s den, 

The Triple Bridge, 

three busy veins.  

At window gracious Julia 

whose beauty bore a war. 

And there begins a battle, 

no, a slaughter. 

The thunder shook dark clouds that night, 

Črtomir, doomed to lose the fight.  

Dolga je pot domov. 

Z baklo v roki pripoveduje 

zgodbe zmagovite, plemenite o svobodi, 

o ljudstvih, narodih, 

ki so postali eno,   

drzno, smelo.  

Sen še živi, bodri. 

Orel beloglavi, 

divji konji po planjavi.  

Jaz sem Reb 

pod uporniško zastavo, 

s tremi zvezdami zaznamovano. 

Mississippi me napaja, 

me ohlaja in živi.  

Čarovnica iz Bella kliče 

vse demone in hudiče.

It’s a long way home. 

Ko dom je le beseda, 

ne kraj, le brez ljubezni beda. 

Empty feelings 

in a shell fragile and so frail 

that I will crack, 

leave nothing 

but an echo 

to abstain.

TanjaT