O ŠOLI

Najine poljane Nos champs Our plains

translated by students of 3.F

Velvet sound
Of your hands
Breathes across the plains.


A simple smile
Just of two of us
Breathes across the plains.


Imagine finding the place
Where the concrete ground
Does not exist


The sun sparks
In the eyes
Of our plains.


We met here
And went across
The plains.


Here lies the heart
Of the rainbow
That breathes over the plains.


The wind teaches us
To cry
Because we feel fine


Nothing is too hard
There's only sky
Above us.