Oh Vrba 

Oh Vrba happy village, my old home, 

where still my father’s cottage stands today; 

the thirst for knowledge from your happy world 

a poisonous snake led me away. 

You would not know how everything  

that holds sweet promise turns into poison. 

I wouldn’t lose faith in myself, 

I wouldn’t be toyed by inner storms.  

A faithful heart and a hardworking hand 

For a dowry a millionare doesn’t have, 

I would receive with my chosen bride; 

my ark would float calmly from dawn to dark, 

my home from hail, my wheat from fire 

close neighbour would protect –  Saint Mark 

Pesem so prevedli učenci 8.a na kulturnem dnevu – Prešeren; 

7. 2. 2025