V čolne vstopajo počasi
v bojnih barvah in opremi
v temi sliši se šepet ljudi
konji pridušeno rezgetajo v temi.

Vesla v krepkih rokah zavesljajo
na negotovo pot čez jezero se vsi podajo
pristanejo na bregu v jutranjih meglicah
le duh po vrtnicah se spušča s hriba.

Mušice letajo tik nad gladino
iz vode s pljuskom skoči riba
le pljuska zvok predre tišino.

Negotov korak spusti se v travo
princ, princeso s čolna spremi na poljano
in godci v spremstvu vojske budnico jim zaigrajo.

Not allways a war

As they enter the boats slowly in the night
Dressed in battle colors, ready for the fight
Whispers of people in the darkness creep
Horses neigh softly, their secrets they keep

Oars cutting through the water, strong and true
Embarking on a journey, destination unknown
Landing on the bank as the morning dew
Descends from the hill, the ghost of roses shown

Midges dancing just above the lake
A fish jumps, creating ripples in its wake
Silence broken only by the sound of a splash

Prince leads princess to the meadow with care
Musicians play, creating a beautiful air
In this moment, love and courage clash.

Tomaž Jevšenak