Popevke sem slagal,i rožice bral,i vsu svoju mladostsem drugim ja dal.
Al' žalost navek sem,vu srcu ja skril,ni nigdo me žalil,i sam sem tak bil.
Al' v mojem srcu,tam suzah vam ni,i če mi je teškopopevka zvoni.
Če siromak semse drugim bi dalpopevke i srcei ne bu mi žal.
I've composed songs,And I've picked roses,And all of my youthI gave to others.
But I always hid the sorrowsInside my heart,No one felt sorry for me,And I was alone like that.
But in my heart,You won't find any tears there,Even when times are tough for meA song echoes.
Although I am a poor manI would give my all to othersThe songs and the heartAnd I wouldn't regret it.