Tir hymn, dedicated to all lovers of this piece of our homeland.
TO THE LAST ALPINE PASTURE
On Ter, above Ljubno, the Last Pasture lies,
many paths lead up there, but to me only one seems the most beautiful.
To the Last Pasture, over Tirske chimneys, where the eagle nests,
in spring primroses bloom in the chimneys.
The yellow Bronac shines in the sun, as do Kašmanca, Travnatnca,
deep in the valley Gračanca still sleeps, but above us is blue sky.
To the Last Pasture, over Tirske chimneys,
over Tirske chimneys are chamois paths.
Someday I'll take you too, dearest, to embrace you at the top,
if somewhere too steep, I'll extend my hand to you.
To the Last Pasture, over Tirske chimneys, there are hidden paths,
at the Three plots we all meet.
From Rečica, Mozirje and Ljubno we are, gathered up here, it's nice.
At the top really beautiful view,- Ojstrica, Rogatec and Rinka at the back,
here I found my treasure.
To the Last Pasture, over Tirske chimneys, there are steep paths.
At the top now I'll give a liter, to celebrate with you.
Hikers, shepherds and hunters we are, up here no worries.
Livestock grazes, bell rings, we sing to ourselves.
To the Last Pasture, over Tirske chimneys, we climb.
But when evening darkness falls on the pasture, each will head to his valley,
in heart I'll carry the pasture's glow, so every new day is more beautiful.
To the Last Pasture, over Tirske chimneys, where eagle nests,
in spring primroses bloom in the chimneys.