Jarná lúka

(Zbigniew Baryła – preklad)

The springtime meadow in sunlight glows,
Green and blooming, as nature shows.
Bees and butterflies dance in the air,
While crickets play their tunes with flair.

Daisies in white on the meadow grow,
Willows by rivers wear catkins’ glow.
Frogs are croaking, birds sing high,
Bringing worms for chicks nearby.

Golden marsh marigolds brightly shine,
The sky is painted in blue so fine.
Bees are busy among the flowers,
Gathering nectar for honey towers.

The sun is warm, the snow is gone,
On children's noses – freckles dawn.
Kids are laughing, the earth feels new,
For spring has come with life in view!

Na lúke slnko krásne svieti,
zelená tráva teší deti.
Včielky bzučia, motýľ letí,
cvrček hrá, jak hudobník svätý.

Sedmokrásky v tráve rastú,
pri potoku vŕby krásu mastia.
Žabky kvákajú, vtáčik spieva,
červík letí – mláďa z neho mlieva.

Blatouch žiari ako zlato,
nad hlavou je modré blato.
Včely lietajú z kvetu na kvet,
robia medík – chutný, sladký svet!

Slnko hreje, sneh už zmizol,
pehy nosy deťom pribil.
Smiech znie zo strán, zem je zas nová,
Veď jar už prišla – živá, dúhová!