Tomaž Pengov - Škrat Tom

From the album Biti tu (1996)

Škrat Tom

Škrat Tom je bil zdrav
vesel in vihrav.
Bil je gozdni čuvaj,
za ljudi policaj.
Prehiteval je jutra
in šel barvat gobe,
da ne bi bilo,
kaj v gozdu narobe.

Požvižgal je rakom,
podrezal med žabe,
počesal grmovje,
odstranil vse vabe,
pogledal v nebo,
kako je lepo,
biti tu, biti tu,
sredi miru.

A nekega jutra,
je škrat Tom zaspal.
Pogledal je v sanje,
in ves dan ležal.
Morda je včeraj popil,
zločesto medico,
in danes ne ve,
kaj bi z gozdno resnico.

Vse je drhtelo,
vse je šumelo,
celo ljubo sonce,
je za hip potemnelo.
Zato se je zbudil
in nase razhudil.
Stopil je na plan,
in bil je nov dan.

Požvižgal je rakom,
počesal grmovje,
pobarval vse gobe,
da ne bo kaj narobe,
in pogledal v nebo,
kako je lepo,
biti tu, biti tu,
sredi miru.

Tom the Gnome

Tom the gnome was healthy,
happy and lively.
He was the forest's guardian,
to the people a law man
He passed the mornings,
and painted the mushrooms,
so that nothing would go wrong,
in the forest.

He whistled to the crabs,
poked the frogs,
combed the bushes,
and removed all the bait.
He looked to the sky,
how wondeful it is,
to be here, to be here,
among the peace.

But one day,
Tom fell asleep.
He stared into his dreams,
and laid still all day.
Perhaps yesterday he drank,
a wicked mead,
and today does not know,
what to do with the truth of the forest.

Everything shivered,
everything rustled,
even the beloved sun,
went dark for a moment.
Then he woke up,
mad at himself,
He stepped into the light,
and it was a brand new day.

He whistled to the crabs,
combed the bushes,
painted all the mushrooms,
so nothing could go wrong
and looked to the sky,
how wondeful it is,
to be here, to be here,
among the peace.