Soči - SRD

Krasna si, bistra hči planin

Brdka v prirodni si lepoti

Ko ti prozornih globočin

Nevihte temne srd ne moti —

Krasna si, hči planin

Tvoj tek je živ in je legak

Ko hod deklet s planine

In jasna si ko gorski zrak

In glasna si, kot spev krepak

Planinske je mladine

Rad gledam ti v valove bodre

Valove te zelenomodre:

Temna zelen planinskih trav

In vedra višnjevost višav

Lepo se v njih je zlila

Na rosah sinjega neba

Na rosah zelenih gora

Lepoto to si pila —

Krasna si, hči planin

Ti meni si predraga znanka

Ko z gorskih prišumiš dobrav

Od doma se mi zdiš poslanka

Nesoča mnog mi ljub pozdrav

Bog sprimi te tu sred planjav

Kako glasno, ljubo šumljaš

Kako čvrsto, krepko skakljaš

Ko sred gora še pot imaš

A ko pridereš na ravnine

Zakaj te živa radost mine?

Kaj trudno lezeš in počasi

Zakaj so tožni tvoji glasi?

Težko se ločiš od hribovja

Zibelke tvojega valovja?

Mar veš, da tečeš tik grobov

Grobov slovenskega domovja?

Obojno bol pač tu trpiš

V tej boli tožna in počasna

Ogromna solza se mi zdiš

A še kot solza — krasna

Krasna si, bistra hči planin

Brdka v prirodni si lepoti

Ko ti prozornih globočin

Nevihte divje srd ne moti

Pa oh, siroti tebi žuga

Vihar grozán, vihar strašán

Prihrumel z gorkega bo juga

Divjal čez plodno bo ravan

Ki tvoja jo napaja struga —

Gorjé, da daleč ni ta dan

Nad tabo jasen bo obok

Krog tebe pa svinčena toča

In dež krvav in solz potok

In blisk in grom — oh, bitva vroča

Tod sekla bridka bodo jekla

In ti mi boš krvava tekla:

Kri naša te pojila bo

Sovražna te kalila bo

Takrat se spomni, bistra Soča

Kar gorko ti srce naroča:

Kar bode shranjenih voda

V oblakih tvojega neba

Kar vode v tvojih bo planinah

Kar bode v cvetnih je ravninah

Tačas pridrvi vse na dan

Narasti, vzkipi v tok strašán

Ne stiskaj v meje se bregov

Srdita čez branove stopi

Ter tujce, zemlje lačne, vtopi

Na dno razpenjenih valov

You are a beautiful, bright daughter of the mountains

You are bitter in your natural beauty

When you transparent depths

Storms of dark rage do not bother -

You are beautiful, daughter of the mountains

Your run is alive and easy

When the girls walk down the mountain

And you are clear when the mountain air

And you are loud, like a bold song

He is a mountain youth

I like to look at you in the waves

Waves and green-blue:

Dark green mountain grass

And the cheerfulness of the heights

She blended nicely into them

On the dews of the blue sky

On the dews of the green mountains

The beauty you drank -

You are beautiful, daughter of the mountains

You are too dear to me

When you make a good noise from the mountains

You seem like an MP to me from home

He gives me a very dear greeting

God take you here in the middle of the plains

How loudly, sweetly, you murmur

How firmly, boldly you jump

When you still have a way in the middle of the mountains

And when you get to the planes

Why does living joy pass you by?

How hard you lie and slow

Why are your voices sad?

It’s hard to separate yourself from the hills

The cradles of your waves?

Do you know that you run right next to graves

Graves of the Slovenian homeland?

You're both in pain here

In this pain sad and slow

You seem like a huge tear to me

But as a tear - beautiful

You are a beautiful, bright daughter of the mountains

You are bitter in your natural beauty

When you transparent depths

Storms of wild rage do not bother

Well, oh, poor thing

A terrible storm, a terrible storm

It will roar from the bitter south

Wild over fertile will be flat

Powered by your riverbed -

Too bad it's not that day

A vault will be clear above you

A lead hail around you

And a bloody rain and a stream of tears

And lightning and thunder - oh, the battle is hot

This is where the sharp steel will be

And you will run my blood:

Our blood will drink you

The enemy will harden you

That's when he remembers, clear Soča

What a bitter heart commands you:

What will be stored water

In the clouds of your sky

There will be water in your mountains

What will be in the floral is the planes

At that time, stick to everything for the day

Grow up, boil in a stream of fear

Do not squeeze into the boundaries of the banks

She steps angrily over the dams

And strangers, hungry lands, drown

To the bottom of the foaming waves