Maslačak
The Dandelion
Procvao maslačakžuti se u travi,a kasnije nosipahulje na glavi.
The dandelion's blooming,yellow in the grass,and fluff sits on its headlater, as days pass.
Uberemo loptui pušemo jako,pahuljice letena sve strane lako.
We pick the fluffy balland blow with all our might;the little fluffs go flyingeverywhere, so light.
Jeste li već, djeco,vi od prije znalida sjemenje nosipadobrančić mali?
Children, did you know,had you heard before,that on tiny parachutesthe little seeds can soar?
Nosi ga dalekoi spušta u travu,kad procvjeta imaopet žutu glavu.
It carries it far off,in grass it sets it down,and when it blooms, once moreit wears a yellow crown.