Pozimi pa rožice ne sveto

Pozimi pa rožice ne cveto,
dekle, oj, kaj pa za pušeljček bo ?
Pušeljc pa mora bit’, zelen al’ plav,
z njim bom slovo jemal.

Pušeljc ti že naredila bom,
s plavo ga žido povila bom,
da ga boš nosil za spomin,
da se boš troštal z njim.

Ti boš v Ljubljan’ci na straži stal,
druz’ga dekleta si boš izbral.
Ti boš pozabil čisto na me,
jaz pa nikoli na te.

Dekle, kaj pa ti govoriš,
glej, da se mi ne zagovoriš,
komaj bom storil marš ali dva,
imela boš drugega!

It’s winter and the roses don’t shine
Oh little girl, where are you going?
The bouquet could be, green or blue,
For the one to whom I’ll say goodbye

I will make a bouquet for you
And I will decorate it wilt blue silk
So that you will have a memory with you
So that you will take it with you

You will stand in Ljubljana to guard
You will choose another girl
You will forget me completely
But I will never forget you

Little girl, what are you talking about
Look, and watch your tongue
I just can’t do both, marching or you
And you will have another too!