Ilir Shaqiri
Atje Është Qielli Arbëror
ShqipKam naneloken mes t'Nju Jorkut
N’rrokaqiell n’80-in kat.
Po me thote ti shtyj karrocen
T’dal n’ballkon t’flladitem pak.
80 kat ajo ngrehit
80 vjet une sot i bana.
Sa kam mall per Shqiperine
per ninullen nina nana
M’thuj o bir kah i bjen Shqipnia
se ne zemer kam nje peng
atje jane endrrat e mia
atje eshte nje plage qe m’dhem
M’thuj o bir kah i bjen Shqipnia
M’a don zemra shqip kete fjale
atje jane endrrat e mija
atje eshte nje zjarr qe m’kall.
Shpesh ne enderr m’vjen nder mend
her ne gjume her kur jam zgjuar
ku jam lindur n’trollin tem
ku jam rrit e nuseruar.
N’syt e e saj si rrezja e diellit
shfaqet pamja e katundit
ne ballkon te rrokaqiellit
ajo l’shon frymen e fundit.
M’thuj o bir kah i bjen Shqipnia
se ne zemer kam nje peng
atje jane endrat e mija
atje eshte nje plage qe m’dhem
Do ti them ka vjen Shqipnia
nipit do tja beje me dore
atje jane kenget e mija
atje eshte qielli arberor.
N’rrokaqiell n’80-in kat.
Po me thote ti shtyj karrocen
T’dal n’ballkon t’flladitem pak.
80 kat ajo ngrehit
80 vjet une sot i bana.
Sa kam mall per Shqiperine
per ninullen nina nana
M’thuj o bir kah i bjen Shqipnia
se ne zemer kam nje peng
atje jane endrrat e mia
atje eshte nje plage qe m’dhem
M’thuj o bir kah i bjen Shqipnia
M’a don zemra shqip kete fjale
atje jane endrrat e mija
atje eshte nje zjarr qe m’kall.
Shpesh ne enderr m’vjen nder mend
her ne gjume her kur jam zgjuar
ku jam lindur n’trollin tem
ku jam rrit e nuseruar.
N’syt e e saj si rrezja e diellit
shfaqet pamja e katundit
ne ballkon te rrokaqiellit
ajo l’shon frymen e fundit.
M’thuj o bir kah i bjen Shqipnia
se ne zemer kam nje peng
atje jane endrat e mija
atje eshte nje plage qe m’dhem
Do ti them ka vjen Shqipnia
nipit do tja beje me dore
atje jane kenget e mija
atje eshte qielli arberor.
There Lies The Albanian Sky
AnglishtI have my old mother in the middle of New York,
In a skyscraper on the 80th floor.
She's telling me to push her wheelchair
To go out on the balcony to get some fresh air.
80 floors on that building
80 years old I became today.
As much longing I have for my Albania
for the mother's lullaby
Tell me son in which direction is Albania
because in my heart I hold a pledge
there lie my dreams
there lies one wound that hurts
Tell me son in which direction is Albania
my heart longs for this albanian word
there lie my dreams
there lies a fire that burns me.
Often it comes through my dreams
sometimes while sleeping sometimes when awake
where I was born in my land
where I was raised and got married.
In her eyes that shine like a ray of the sun,
appears the view of her village
in the balcony of the skyscraper
she gives out her last breath.
Tell me son in which direction is Albania
because in my heart I hold a pledge
there lie my dreams
there lies one wound that hurts
I shall tell i which direction is Albania
I shall show it to my grandson with my own hand
there lie my dear songs
there lies the albanian sky.
In a skyscraper on the 80th floor.
She's telling me to push her wheelchair
To go out on the balcony to get some fresh air.
80 floors on that building
80 years old I became today.
As much longing I have for my Albania
for the mother's lullaby
Tell me son in which direction is Albania
because in my heart I hold a pledge
there lie my dreams
there lies one wound that hurts
Tell me son in which direction is Albania
my heart longs for this albanian word
there lie my dreams
there lies a fire that burns me.
Often it comes through my dreams
sometimes while sleeping sometimes when awake
where I was born in my land
where I was raised and got married.
In her eyes that shine like a ray of the sun,
appears the view of her village
in the balcony of the skyscraper
she gives out her last breath.
Tell me son in which direction is Albania
because in my heart I hold a pledge
there lie my dreams
there lies one wound that hurts
I shall tell i which direction is Albania
I shall show it to my grandson with my own hand
there lie my dear songs
there lies the albanian sky.
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