Ljubljana diha s svetlobo, toplino in pričakovanjem.

Ljubljana breathes with light, warmth, and anticipation.

Prešernov trg je poln ljudi, ki se smejijo in objemajo.

Prešernov trg is full of people who are laughing and hugging.

Zrak nosi vonj cimetovega kuhanega vina, ki greje roke in srca.

The air carries the scent of cinnamon mulled wine, warming hands and hearts.

Zvok ulične glasbe meša tradicionalne melodije z modernimi ritmi.

The sound of street music mixes traditional tunes with modern rhythms.

Snežinke plešejo z vetrom, ko padajo na leskeči trg.

Snowflakes dance with the wind as they fall onto the glistening square.

Živa je stala ob robu množice.

Živa stood at the edge of the crowd.

Oči ji sijejo, ko išče znan obraz.

Her eyes shine as she searches for a familiar face.

Je novinarka, vedno na poti, vedno s peresom v roki in mislimi v Londonu.

She is a journalist, always on the move, always with a pen in her hand and her thoughts in London.

Danes pa je njeno srce tukaj, doma, v Ljubljani.

But today, her heart is here, at home, in Ljubljana.

Matej, slikar z dušo umetnika, že nekaj minut stoji med množico.

Matej, a painter with the soul of an artist, has been standing in the crowd for a few minutes.

Utrip srca mu pospeši, ko končno zagleda Živo.

His heartbeat quickens when he finally spots Živa.

Bila je še lepša, kot jo je pomnil; dolgi meseci daleč od doma niso spremenili njenih toplih oči.

She was even more beautiful than he remembered; the long months far from home hadn't changed her warm eyes.

"Živa!" zavpije Matej, ko se prebija skozi množico.

"Živa!" shouts Matej as he makes his way through the crowd.

Dotakne se njenega ramena, ko se končno znajdeta iz oči v oči.

He touches her shoulder when they finally find themselves face to face.

"Pogrešal sem te."

"I missed you."

"Tudi jaz tebe," odgovori Živa in ga objame.

"I missed you too," Živa replies and hugs him.

Njuna srca utripajo skupaj, a vsak s svojimi skrbmi.

Their hearts beat together, but each has their own worries.

Razdalja med njima ni le fizična; odsotnost komunikacije je zgradila čustveno pregrado.

The distance between them is not just physical; a lack of communication has built an emotional barrier.

Sprehajata se po trgu, mimo sneženih jelki in veselih otrok.

They walk through the square, past snow-covered fir trees and joyful children.

Izmenjujeta si besede, ki so polne upanja in dvomov.

They exchange words filled with hope and doubts.

Živa pripoveduje o svojem delu v Londonu.

Živa talks about her work in London.

Matej razlaga o novih slikah, navdihnjenih s slovensko pokrajino.

Matej explains about his new paintings, inspired by the Slovenian landscape.

Nato se ustavita pod ulico, kjer se smehljajo lučke v obliki zvezd.

Then they stop under a street where lights smile in the shape of stars.

"Matej," reče Živa počasi, "dobila sem ponudbo za napredovanje.

"Matej," says Živa slowly, "I've received an offer for a promotion.

To pomeni več časa v Londonu."

It means more time in London."

Matej jo pogleda, oči polne skrbi.

Matej looks at her, his eyes full of concern.

"In kaj to pomeni za naju?" vpraša tiho.

"And what does that mean for us?" he asks softly.

Ne odgovori takoj.

She doesn't reply immediately.

V mislih ji drvijo prizori iz preteklosti in možne prihodnosti.

Scenes from the past and possible futures race through her mind.

Ljubezen do umetnosti, doma in do Mateja.

Love for art, home, and Matej.

"Ne vem," odgovori iskreno, "a želim biti tu, zdaj.

"I don't know," she answers honestly, "but I want to be here, now.

Videti, kam naju to lahko pripelje."

To see where this can take us."

Prav v tistem trenutku je ura odbila polnoč.

In that very moment, the clock struck midnight.

Nebo se je napolnilo s svetlobnimi cvetovi ognjemetov, ljudi je zajel val veselja.

The sky filled with the luminous blooms of fireworks, and people were swept away by a wave of joy.

Živa se zadrži za sapo in gleda Mateja.

Živa catches her breath and looks at Matej.

"Raje bi bila tukaj s tabo," šepne skozi žvrgolenje raket.

"I'd rather be here with you," she whispers through the crackling of rockets.

Matej se nasmehne in jo objame tesneje.

Matej smiles and hugs her tighter.

Obljubi, da bosta našla pot skupaj.

He promises that they will find a way together.

Živa začuti, da se je odločila prav.

Živa feels she has made the right decision.

Njeno srce se je naselilo nazaj v ritem preprostega domačega veselja.

Her heart has settled back into the rhythm of simple, homely joy.

Ko se množica razkadi in ogenj v nebu ugasne, je Prešernov trg spet miren.

As the crowd disperses and the fire in the sky fades, Prešernov trg is calm once more.

A za Živo in Mateja, noč napoveduje nove začetke.

But for Živa and Matej, the night heralds new beginnings.

Ljubljansko zimsko noč napolni toplina njune na novo odkrite bližine.

The Ljubljana winter night is filled with the warmth of their newly discovered closeness.

Kjer je srce, tam je dom.

Where the heart is, there is home.

In za zdaj je to tu, v objemu ljubljenega.

And for now, that is here, in the embrace of the beloved.