V objemu mladosti, kjer smeh svobodno teče,
misli so obsijanei s sanjami, ki bodo krila dobile.
Mladi fantje in dekleta, v prsih, njih zgodba, kot poezija drhteče,
na poljih, obsijanih s soncem, so se njihove zgodbe razlile.

Toda čas, tat, riše sence na obraz,
starost prihaja s tihimi vzdihi modrosti.
V srcih pa je iskra mladosti, ki slika dokaz,
da smeh še vedno prinaša mladostne sladkosti.

Oh, da bi se vrnili v tiste brezskrbne dni,
ko je bilo življenje svetlo in bremen le malo.
V lovu za spominom, skozi krhko meglico ljubezni,
najdemo mladost in vse kar nas je v nov dan gnalo.

Zato cenimo vsako minljivo leto,
v naših srcih bodo sanje, sanjale mladost, preživeto.


In youth's embrace

In youth's embrace, where laughter freely flows,
The days are bright with dreams yet to unfold.
Young boys and girls, with hearts as light as prose,
In sunlit fields, their tales of joy retold.

But time, the thief, draws shadows on the face,
Old age arrives with wisdom's quiet sighs.
Yet in the heart, a spark of youth's sweet grace,
Whispers of laughter still beneath the skies.

Oh, to return to those untroubled days,
When life was bright and burdens were but few.
In memory's chase, through love's fragile haze,
We find the youth that still revives anew.

So let us cherish every fleeting year,
For in our hearts, young dreams shall persevere.

Tomaž Jevšenak