Hidden land
About nature in middle Europe, Slovenia…
In land beneath the Sun,
Where clear rivers run,
My hearth will always be,
Even if I flee.
Hills and water under sky,
Flowers, grass that are shy,
The hidden land here it is,
And I still live in it.
In twilight mist, in cloudless night,
When all around is white,
I see the snow
And dream about the silver doe.
I am looking at the stars,
In the misty, coldly night.
Down there are towns which are too bright
And I love seeing this lovely sight.
Where clear rivers run,
My hearth will always be,
Even if I flee.
Hills and water under sky,
Flowers, grass that are shy,
The hidden land here it is,
And I still live in it.
In twilight mist, in cloudless night,
When all around is white,
I see the snow
And dream about the silver doe.
I am looking at the stars,
In the misty, coldly night.
Down there are towns which are too bright
And I love seeing this lovely sight.
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