ko jutro gori v zarji objemi hrepene,
začuti nebo za otroke, ki želijo se roditi,
daleč stran od ugasnjenih luči,
utrujenih glasov in suženjstva.
pleši do zastrnjenih zaves,
pleši do konca ljubezni,
Pleši.
From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ... and of course, most of life isn't real.
ko jutro gori v zarji objemi hrepene,
začuti nebo za otroke, ki želijo se roditi,
daleč stran od ugasnjenih luči,
utrujenih glasov in suženjstva.
pleši do zastrnjenih zaves,
pleši do konca ljubezni,
Pleši.
In the morning
at the cross roads
of new time
we will lead humanity
without corruption, greed,
and hatred
into a new and better form,
a human form
We will take what is ours and transcend.
So
rise
rise up
rise up up NOW !!!
Enjoy in glorious resolve of this day
this day is ours
tomorrow is ours
the future of humanity is ours
today and forever more...
You are free.
Don't you say with tears in your mouth
better stand and deliver.