Mali princ / Little Prince

MALI PRINC

Od kod ljubezni moje potok teče,
da me žene po tej prašni poti?
Po kanjonu polnem bolečine,
v puščavi presihajoče sreče.
Zakaj vrh hriba sam sedim
in gledam v žgoče sonce?
Ti pa v zavetju hladne sence
srkaš srečo iz vrča z drugim.
Ko bil bi gologlavi jastreb,
izmučenemu izkljuval bi oči.
Da bil bi kralj puščave,
trgal kose bi mesa s kosti.
A ker samo sem mali princ
sam z vrtnico vrh pustega planeta,
rad bi te crkljal, razvajal, ljubil
in bal se, da te ne bi izgubil.



LITTLE PRINCE

From where’s my love stream flow,
That drives me through that dusty road?
Through the canyon fool of pain,
In the desert of the parched fortune.
Why I sit alone on the top of hill
And look on to a burning sun?
Although you in the shelter of the fresh umbrage
Drinking with another man from a jug of fortune.
If I were bare headed vulture,
I would peck out eyes of jaded man.
That I was king of desert,
I would scramble meat from bones.
But because I’m just a little prince,
Alone, with rose on the top of lonely planet,
I’d like to pet you, spoiled you and love you,
And to be in fear of loosing you.