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Tema: Poezi Për Atdheun

Kingdom Of Eagles

(AD or A.D.) (BC or B.C.)


What are you doing in this foreign land,
where for bread is said bread, water is water,
see, Illyrians, Dardanians
we are called Albanians.

Lost you are, in this magic ,
be banished, killed,
go back to turning path,
or poisoned will be ,
if, reside under this sky.

When you realize the power of speech,
that Homeland, and Pellazg is one,
be brought down, seek salvation
now, go away from this blessed land.

These are words, more than soft,
sound decency in this paradise,
but listen to me,
need you know, here hell awaits.

Are gathered, they hear the alarm signal,
filled air with hate,
red and black lava boils in the chest,
today, they became one,

Taulanta, Adriana,
Dardans, Dalmatians, Albans,
Bells ringing, castles shaking,
worn are men,
lady females follow,
knights are,
in the epic journey,
covered is the sky
millions poisoned spears,
embodied in one ,
tough and strong echoes,
-keep hands far from the Kingdom of albanians-

note; Pellazg, Dardans, Dalmatians, Illirians, Dardanians , are Albanian tribes
red and black , albanian flag.

- poezi nga Tyran Prizren Spahiu

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