Siv oblak po nebu
Z vetrom dalje plava,
Plava v lepe kraje,
Kjer se vije Sava.
Tam se nad gorami
Našim' bo ustavil,
V zlato se obleko
Zarjino opravil.
I ko njo bo videl,
Ko po vrtu hodi,
Mi jo bo pozdravil:
Draga, zdrava bodi!
Cookies on Poetry Cove
We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.