Hey Kosovo, do you foresee good days,
Or do you only glimpse darker ways?
Can you see, or have you seen before,
Your young men falling in war’s raw chore?

Falling, poisoned, in a deadly bind,
With police, they’re losing life, we find.
O hark! Falcons and falconesses so true,
Jails overflow, archives do accrue.

Schools are closed, and violence does flare,
The worker stands jobless in despair.
Children without shelter, elders without bread,
To trample us, or fill us with dread, they’ve led.

But no! The Albanian won’t be suppressed,
This regime isn’t the first, nor the best.
Kings and lords, they’ve tried and failed,
This tyrant too, his reign is assailed.

I’m not scared of his ultimate aim,
But troubles within our house inflame.
They’ve set bastards at our very door,
Their stench, even today, we abhor.

What ideology did usher in this plight?
With such men, of lowly might.
It was high time to grant us our right,
For the hearth, they’ve toppled the chimney’s height.

Towers and pines, outside and within,
Starving, the Albanian’s heart won’t give in.
He opens his windows wide and free,
Gazing at the land where he wishes to be.

Twice it’s said, the sun has arisen, so let in the beams!
Change our visage, break the dreams.
New statues on our squares will stand,
And for them, at last, we’ll sing in our land.