Rožica sem bila, rožica već ne bum.
Dok mi leto mine, ja već cvela ne bum.
Zato komaj čekam lepo protuletje,
Da me razveseli to črleno cvetje...
Kajisi bum brala, na prsi metala,
Dok se bom na tebe, golob, zmišlavala...
I was a little rose, a little rose I will be no more.
As the year go by, I will blossom no more.
So I now await for the wonderful spring,
So those red flowers would bring me happiness...
Those That I would pick, put them on my chest,
While of you, my dove, I would think of...