Hladni veter rahel snežni prah vrtinči po ulicah Ljubljane.

The cold wind swirls light snow dust through the streets of Ljubljane.

Mateja stoji ob oknu v sirotišnici.

Mateja stands by the window in the orphanage.

Velike oči zrejo v daljavo, umazane sledi prstov pa se rišejo po steklu, skrbno držeč fotografijo.

Her large eyes gaze into the distance while dirty fingerprints draw patterns on the glass, carefully holding a photograph.

Na njej je deklica s temnimi lasmi, ki se smehlja.

In it is a girl with dark hair, smiling.

To je njena sestra.

That's her sister.

Mateja je komaj kaj starejša od deklice na sliki.

Mateja is barely any older than the girl in the picture.

Njene sanje so, da bi jo našla.

Her dream is to find her.

Vsako noč v mislih riše načrt.

Every night she draws a plan in her mind.

"Mateja," tiho reče Bojan, "a si prepričana, da želiš to narediti?

"Mateja," Bojan quietly says, "are you sure you want to do this?"

"Mateja se obrne.

Mateja turns around.

Bojan in Tina stojita pri vratih.

Bojan and Tina are standing by the door.

Prijatelji so ji v oporo.

Her friends are her support.

"Da, moram jo najti.

"Yes, I must find her.

Je vse, kar imam.

She is all I have."

"Tina prime Matejo za roko.

Tina takes Mateja's hand.

"Pazi nase, ko boš šla ven," jo opozori.

"Be careful when you go out," she warns.

Noč je njihova zaveznica.

Night is their ally.

Skrivaj se splazijo iz sirotišnice čez vrt, čez nizke ograje in na mestne ulice.

Secretly, they slip out of the orphanage, through the garden, over low fences, and onto the city streets.

Mateja vodi.

Mateja leads.

Ima eno sled – majhno kavarno, ki se je Megla Sanj imenuje.

She has one lead—the small café called Megla Sanj.

"Pridi, Bojan, Tina," šepne Mateja, "blizu smo.

"Come on, Bojan, Tina," Mateja whispers, "we're close."

"Po nekaj zavitih ulicah se končno prikaže kavarniška tabla.

After a few winding streets, the café's sign finally appears.

Matejino srce bije hitro.

Mateja's heart beats fast.

Zagleda vrata rahlo priprta in mehak sijaj svetilke v notranjosti.

She sees the door slightly ajar and the soft glow of a lamp inside.

Pogumno vstopi.

Bravely, she enters.

Za pultom stoji lastnik, starejši gospod z brki.

Behind the counter stands the owner, an elderly gentleman with a mustache.

V trenutku, ko jo zagleda, se mu razleže nasmeh po obrazu.

The moment he sees her, a smile spreads across his face.

"Ti si zagotovo Mateja," reče prijazno.

"You must be Mateja," he says kindly.

Mateja osuplo pogleda.

Mateja looks astonished.

"Kako veste moje ime?

"How do you know my name?"

""Pokaži mi sliko, ki jo imaš," ji reče.

"Show me the picture you're holding," he says to her.

Ko vidi fotografijo, prikima.

When he sees the photograph, he nods.

"Tukaj je prihajala tvoja sestra.

"Your sister used to come here.

Včasih se je pogovarjala z mano.

Sometimes she talked with me."

"Matejini očesi zablestita od sreče in upanja.

Mateja's eyes shine with happiness and hope.

"Prosim, veste, kje je zdaj?

"Please, do you know where she is now?"

"Lastnik kavarne ji poda star papirček z naslovom.

The café owner hands her an old slip of paper with an address.

"Naj te srce vodi.

"Let your heart guide you.

Bila bo vesela, da te spet vidi.

She’ll be happy to see you again."

"S solzami radosti v očeh Mateja, Bojan in Tina dohitijo neulovljive sanje.

With tears of joy in her eyes, Mateja, Bojan, and Tina chase after their elusive dreams.

Vijuhajo skozi mestne ulice, klic prihodnosti topel in močan.

They wind through the city's streets, the call of the future warm and intense.

Ko Mateja zazvoni na zvonec, se vrata počasi odprejo.

When Mateja rings the doorbell, the door slowly opens.

Stoji tam – njena sestra.

Standing there is her sister.

Objeta padeta v objem.

They fall into each other's arms.

Ljubljana spi pod zvezdami, a za Matejo so noči končno polne luči.

Ljubljana sleeps under the stars, but for Mateja, the nights are finally full of light.

Ponovno ima družino.

She has a family again.

Nikogar ne bo več sama čakala.

She will never have to wait alone.

Gledajo naprej v novo sezono življenja, zdaj, ko je temna zimska noč prešla in cvetovi prihodnosti cvetoče pričakujejo pomlad.

They look forward to a new season of life, now that the dark winter night has passed and the blossoms of the future eagerly await spring.