Veter vije, po drevesih bije,

Trga liste z drobnih vej,

Malo zdaj in malo prej.

Ko pa trnje v pest dobi,

Ubeži.

Wind is howling, hitting trees in its way,

Tearing leaves from tiny branches,

Some now, a few before.

When it’s stung by a thorny branch,

It runs away.

Sijaj, sijaj, sončece,

oj, sonce rumeno.

Kako bom pa sijalo, sem vedno žalostno?

Sonce zgodaj gori gre,

dekleta jokajo –

bi rade še ležale, pa vstati morajo.

Sonce pozno doli gre, pastrici tarnajo
domov bi radi gnali,

pa črede nimajo.
 

Shine, oh, shine my precious sun, shine,
my yellow sun.

How can I ever shine on you
when always being sad?

When in the morning I rise early,
girls weep and cry-

They’d like to lie in beds but have to get up.

When in the evening I set late,
the shepherds moan and groan-

They’d like to take the cattle home
but cannot find the herd.

Zima, zima bela vrh gore sedela

pa tako je pela,

da bo Simono vzela.

Ker Simona nič ne dela,

ker Simona nič se ne uči,

čakaj, čakaj, Simona ti!

Father Winter white and cold,

sitting on the mountain top,

singing and wagging his finger long –

Simona has done something wrong.

Because she never works,

because she doesn’t learn at all,

poor Simona, down you’ll fall.

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