INSTEAD OF WHOM A FLOWER NOW BLOOMS

NAMESTO KOGA ROŽA CVETI
Vlado Kreslin

Kakšno noč, ko pri štorkljah prespim
pod visečo meglo
tiho, sam, med njimi stojim
le noge nad vodo.

Ko pa žarek pregrize temo,
prebudimo se iz sanj,
močvirje novih želja
bo odletelo v nebo.

Namesto koga roža cveti,
namesto koga sem jaz,
katera koža najbolj diši,
čigava pesem rabi moj glas?

Če pa trava nad mojo zemljo
bo pognala kak cvet,
enim tiho kapljo v oko,
drugim dal bo med.

Namesto koga roža cveti,
namesto koga sem jaz,
katera koža najbolj diši,
čigava pesem rabi moj glas?

INSTEAD OF WHOM A FLOWER NOW BLOOMS

Some odd night when I sleep with the storks
In a lingering fog,
Standing still and not daring to move,
There in the moor.

When the first beams bite in the mist
We wake up from our dreams
And the moor of new dreams
Sails up to the skies.

Instead of whom a flower now blooms
Whose place have I taken now
What skin has the nicest of scents
Whose song would need my voice?

And if the grass above me
Hosts a flower of two
It'll drop a tear into somebody's eye
And spare a bit of honey for some other.