In the green fields, where the green grass sway,
exuberant barefoot children dance and play.
Their white shirts, like butterfly wings,
their laughter like exuberant streams.

Their laughter echoes from the mountains - a sound of joy,
when the rolling lumps of happiness are chased without a bound.
Their bare legs are free, they jump across the field
like an exuberant mountain shrimp in the embrace of the sun.

Their dresses like a wings, a symbol of their pride,
a badge of honor, by their side.
No one tames these children - they run free under the sun,
like white flakes of clouds blown across the sky.

So let them run, let them play,
under the sun, every day.
May they find strength in their wings
for in their joy, our world takes victory wing.

Tomaž Jevšenak