In twilight's glow, its magic touch doth weave,
A tapestry of dreams, a wondrous sight,
It lifts the veil, revealing joy to cleave,
In hidden depths of soul, where love takes flight.

Oh sweet enchantment, whispered in our ear,
All will be well, have faith, have no fear,
For in its spell, we find our solace dear,
And in its light, our troubles disappear.

Like gentle breeze upon the ocean's crest,
It soothes our weary hearts, brings peace and rest,
A beacon in the darkness, shining bright,
Guiding us through the shadows of the night.

So let its magic touch, our spirits raise,
And fill our lives with joy and endless praise.

Tomaž Jevšenak