In the mirror, a tearful face I see
A young girl lost in a storm of emotions
Trying to break free from this misery
Looking for a way out of life's commotions

Her eyes filled with anguish and despair
Each tear a release from the pain inside
Trying to find solace in the empty air
Hoping for a way to heal the hurt she hides

But let not sorrow cloud her youthful grace,
For in her tears, a strength begins to grow,
Each drop a testament to her embrace
Of hope, that one day she will surely know.

So let the tears fall freely from her eyes,
For they will cleanse her soul and make her wise.


Solza

V ogledalu vidim objokan obraz
mlado dekle, v viharju čustev izgubljeno.
Poskuša se osvoboditi svoje bede,
da pride iz življenjske zmešnjave osvobojeno.

Njene oči so polne obupa in tesnobe,
vsaka solza kaže notranjo bolest,
poskuša tolažbo najti v zraku praznem,
da zaceli rano, ki jo skriva.

A žalost naj ne zamegli nje radostne miline,
ker v njenih solzah se zdaj skriva moč,
vsaka solza je kričanje iz njene notranje tišine
v upanju, da se pokaže njena moč.

Zato naj solze prosto padajo po licih,
da očistijo trpečo dušo in jo osvobodijo na krilih belih.

Tomaž Jevšenak