In turquoise waters, gentle ripples play,
Beneath the shade of trees, girls swoon and sway,
Their eyelids heavy, drifting away,
To dreams of sea and sky, so serene and gray.

The sunbeams dance upon the waves,
As gulls fly high, their cries they crave,
The breeze is cool, the shade is deep,
The girls, they sleep, their slumber they keep.

The ripples on the water's face,
Reflect the trees' embrace,
A tranquil scene, a peaceful place,
Where girls can dream, and find their grace.

The turquoise waters, calm and still,
A haven for the weary thrill,
The girls, they sleep, their hearts at rest,
In this haven, they find their nest.

Tomaž Jevšenak