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PO SREBRNI MESECINI
Po srebrni mesecini
plava temni coln,
iz zelenega pristana
je colnar odplul,
iz zelenega kristala
tihega srca.
Iz srca polnoci.

Listje ni zganilo se,
kakor da se sanja,
samotno ob bregovih
se zeleno sklanja.

Vse noci presanja
na srebrnem oceanu
mlad colnar,
a v pristan
ga ne bo nikdar.
nikdar.
In Silver Moonlight
A dark boat floats
in silver moonlight,
from the green harbour
a boatman set sail,
- from the green crystal
of a silent heart.
From the heart of midnight.

The leaves did not move
as if still in a dream,
alone by the shore
green they lean.

Each night on a silver ocean
the young boatman
dreams to and fro,
but back to the harbour
he'll never go.