Nov je dan in na obrazu
nova, raznobarvna, šara.
Naveličanost se vidi v izrazu
maska nova – ista glava.

Smisel iščem v jutranjih poteh
noč oklepa zmrlo cesto,
prva slana lega po klopeh,
megla spušča se nad mesto.

Z lučjo v gneči istih mravelj
iz mesta v daljave se odpravim,
čas vsem je nam zdaj rabelj,
le zakaj se vsak dan tja odpravim?!

Vsi smo sužnji enakega opravka
denar za delo naše je plačilo,
plača slehernemu premajhna je postavka,
upamo, da za otroke, varnost s tem gradimo.

From day to another day

It's a new day and it's on your face
A fresh start, a new embrace
But the weariness still lingers there
Behind the mask, the same despair

I search for solace in my morning stroll
The darkness hugs the quiet road
The first light peeks through the trees
But the fog still hangs over me

With a light in a crowd of the same ants,
I wander far from the city's hustle and bustle,
Seeking solace in nature's embrace,
Yearning for a moment of peaceful hustle.

Our salaries never seem to be enough,
To provide security for our loved ones,
Yet we toil day in and day out,
Hoping for a brighter future for our child.

Tomaž Jevšenak