Ko se narava prebudi iz hladnih, zimskih dni,
prebudijo se barve pomladi,
češnjevi cvetovi, zlate narcise,
pobarvani travniki, s soncem obsijane vasice.

Zelena trava, listje objame zaspano drevo.
Kot metulji vsi na travnike gremo.
Sonce toplo sije na moj obraz,
zima mora priznati svoj poraz.

Vsak cvetni list, vsaka trava, živahen je odtenek
in vse okoli, simfonija zvoka,
svet se prebuja, svež, svetel in nov.

Le v pomladi je mogoče najti takšno nam lepoto,
občudujem barve cvetnih zvonov,
pomladno cvetje napolni me s toploto.

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In spring, when nature wakes from winter's cold,
The colors of the world come into play,
Blossoms of cherry, daffodils of gold,
Painted skies that brighten up the gray.

The grass grows green, the leaves unfurl with grace,
As butterflies flit through the radiant air,
The sun shines warm upon my upturned face,
And I am filled with joy beyond compare.

Each petal, each blade, a vibrant hue,
And all around, a symphony of sound,
The world awakens, fresh and bright and new,

In spring, such beauty can be found.
I admire the colors of flower bells,
a symphony of scents and lovely spells.

Tomaž Jevšenak