Popevke sem slagal,
I've composed songs,
i rožice bral,
And I've picked roses,
i vsu svoju mladost
And all of my youth
sem drugim ja dal.
I gave to others.
Al' žalost navek sem,
But I always hid the sorrows
vu srcu ja skril,
Inside my heart,
ni nigdo me žalil,
No one felt sorry for me,
i sam sem tak bil.
And I was alone like that.
Al' v mojem srcu,
But in my heart,
tam suzah vam ni,
You won't find any tears there,
i če mi je teško
Even when times are tough for me
popevka zvoni.
A song echoes.
Če siromak sem
Although I am a poor man
se drugim bi dal
I would give my all to others
popevke i srce
The songs and the heart
i ne bu mi žal.
And I wouldn't regret it.