2018.04.22.
Son of Slovenian nation
He lived in the mountains,sung old songs,
enjoyed his life.
He drank a lot of wine.
As he first went into the world
he got a red flower
his mother gave him
with her gnarled hand to farewell
Father hasn't lost many words
he was used to curse the foreigners
He gave the boy for the memory
greens rosemary.
And said:
Where ever you will walk with him
Now that you are
only the Slovene nation is the son.
—
he's made his way all alone
he saw a lot of conspiracy
for him was difficult to overcome
he didn't know how to kill.
He used to cry so often
Waiting for a returning time
He has not only won
and that's why he lied
Day by day:
I do not care about pain
I live with them
as a Slovenian nation, son.
I do not care about pain
I live with them
as a Slovenian nation's son.