Текст и перевод песни Trio Lojzeta Slaka - Rožic ne bom trgala

Rožic ne bom trgala

Rožic ne bom trgala,
Da bi vence spletala.
Mirno, svobodno, ljubo
Po planinah naj cveto!
Ako bi jo utrgala,
Rožica bi umirala,
Glavico povesila,
Sonca ne bi učakala.
Tudi jaz sem rožica,
V cvetočem vrtu vsajena.
Skrivam se zdaj tu, zdaj tam,
Trgati se pa ne dam.

I Won't Pick Roses

I won't pick roses,
To weave wreaths with them.
Peacefully, freely, my love,
May they bloom in the mountains!
If I were to pick one,
The rose would die,
Hang its head,
Not see the sun.
I, too, am a rose,
Planted in a blooming garden.
I hide now here, now there,
But I don't let myself be picked.