Ziveti je lepo, saj smo Se mladi,
trenutki lepi so med dobrimi ljudmi.
Ostane naj tako se sto pomladi,
ljubezen zveze naj na tisoce poti.

To live is wonderful, whilst we are young,
with good friends such wonderful memories
let them remain so for a hundred springs
for love ties,  shows us thousands of ways.
remembering days of yesteryear

Sanje prinasajo pomlad,
z vetrom v daljave polete,
sanje so cvetje nasih trat,
nikdar nam ne ovene.

Dreams of our spring, which
the breeze carries to distand lands
dreams are the flowers of our essence
may they never they wilt or die

Pesem zvonov od davnih

ze rodov nam boza dan in noc uho,
v dusi zveni odmev vseh lepih dni,

ko so pri nas spet prazniki,
na svoj dom nas klice prek bregov

pod stari nas domaci krov,
vse dni doni prijazno kot nekdaj v zibelki.

The bell peals out as eons ago,

caressing our ears day and night

our soul re-echo  wonderful days,

as we again celebrate yultide

The bells beckon us over hills and dales
every day it peals out it sweet song,

as it did when I lay in my cradle

in my humble Slovenian home

V dvoje sva hodila vsak vecer zaljubljena,
sto mostov zgradila sva v noceh za naju dva,
kar naenkrat drugim si vec verjel kot meni,
tvoji vsi poljubi so lazni bili,
kar naenkrat drugi bili so bolj posteni,
sam si odsel pa k drugi ljubici sredi noci.