Rožica sem bila, rožica već ne bum.
I was a little rose, a little rose I will be no more.
Dok mi leto mine, ja već cvela ne bum.
As the year go by, I will blossom no more.
Zato komaj čekam lepo protuletje,
So I now await for the wonderful spring,
Da me razveseli to črleno cvetje...
So those red flowers would bring me happiness...
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Kajisi bum brala, na prsi metala,
Those That I would pick, put them on my chest,
Dok se bom na tebe, golob, zmišlavala...
While of you, my dove, I would think of...