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, ljubó
Po planin'cah naj cveto.

Ako bi jo utrgala,
Rožica bi umirala,
Glavico povesila,
Sonca nebi učakala.

Tudi jaz sem rožica,
V božji vrtec vsajena,
Skrivam se zdaj tu, zdaj tam,
Utrgati se pa ne dam.

Rožic ne bom trgala,
Srca so nedolžnega,
Naj z menoj še uživajo
Mir, ljubezen, svobodo.

Roses I Will Not Pick

Roses I will not pick,
To braid into garlands;
Peaceful, free, and dear
On the mountain may they bloom.

Should I pick one,
The rose would die,
Its head it would hang,
Not see the sun again.

I too am a rose,
Planted in God's garden,
Hiding now here, now there,
Not letting myself be picked.

Roses I will not pick,
Their hearts are innocent,
May they still enjoy with me
Peace, love, freedom.