Postajam bleda senca samega sebe,
žerjavica ognja je ugasnila,ta me je gnala naprej.
Samo vedno več je sivih oblakov in blata, ki me ne izpustita.

Včasih sem močno sijal,
s strastjo in namenom, ki gorita v meni.
Zdaj pa se počutim kot duh,
brezciljno lebdim v svetu, ki je izgubil barvo.

Kam je izginila moja iskrica?
Kje je luč, ki me je vodila?
Iščem jo v temi, kot netopir ...
ampak vse, kar najdem, so prazni odmevi.

Sem lupina tega, kar sem nekoč bil,
zbledel odsev mojega nekdanjega jaza.
Plamen, ki je nekoč tako močno gorel,
zdaj šibko utripa v senci.

Toda tudi v mojih najbolj bledih trenutkih,
se oklepam kančka upanja.
Da se bo nekega dne ogenj znova razplamtel,
in spet bom močno zasijal
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I am becoming a pale shadow of myself
the embers of the fire went out, that drove me forward.
it's just more and more gray clouds and mud that won't let me go.

I used to shine brightly,
with passion and purpose burning within.
but now I feel like a ghost,
drifting aimlessly in a world that's lost its color.

Where did my spark go?
where is the light that used to guide me?
I search for it in the darkness,
but all I find are empty echoes.

I am a shell of who I once was,
a faded reflection of my former self.
the flame that once burned so brightly,
now flickers weakly in the shadows.

But even in my palest moments,
I cling to a sliver of hope.
that one day, the fire will reignite,
and I will once again shine bright.

Tomaž Jevšenak