Bitter is the bora wind roaring among the pines

B itter is the bora wind roaring among the pines,

R egally smiles the scarlet sumach beside.

E xtends not far from the Italian border a village

S urrounded by adorning craggy whiteness.

T rellises of vines crisscross the valley,

O bscure is the image of the forgotten pastures.

V ivid is the gold and the red colour of the wine

I nspiring hope and delight in the eyes.

C rooked is the step of the road through the fields,

A bove the valley St. Anastasia has given its blessing for five hundred years.

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• TD BREST BRESTOVICA
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• KMETIJSKO SVETOVALNA SLUŽBA SEŽANA