Lyrics translations (Albanian music)

[Alboz]

(Dedicated to Anton Çeta https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anton_%C3%87eta

He contributed to reduce the "blood feuds" in Kosovo)

Anton Ceta esclames with sadness:
her (Kosovo) is suffering
History has leave big injustices
a grave for every house (family)

Dark nights for 500 years
kids are afraid to grow up
(because adults are subject of "blood feuds", kids not)
Grass grows up around houses
(people can't cure their gardens because they can't leave their houses, only in the house they are safe from "blood feuds")
Kids drinks (absorb) more tears (pain) than milk (food) itself

From Lume Bardhi (a village in Kosovo) they (braveheart men) start coming
they are guided by uncle Anton
They call toward Llapi and Rugova (Kosovo regions): we will extinguish the debt with Kosovo
(we will make Kosovo more beautiful, cancelling the animosity amongst ourselves)

We grew up together
the flour of our bread was made in the same mill
(it's a says which mean "we are the same")
Everyone of us is born by a mother
who will suffer for his child
(the pain of every mother is the same)
She cuddled me (in the same way yours had cuddle you)
(the love of every mother is the same)

A real man will forgive you
(a real man knows the importance of forgiveness)
A real Albanian forgives you
not because he is afraid (but because this is what a real man should do)

And now whole Kosovo is asking:
who are they that don't quited "the blood feuds"?
Those who don't quited the "blood feuds"
those have backstabbed me (with their "non forgivenesses")

"I offer you the blood of my son (I'll forgive you for my killed son)"
"I salute you man, may the honor stand with you (Well done man, bless you)"

Those who don't quited the "blood feuds"
those have backstabbed me (with their "non forgivenesses")

[Alboz]

Kosovo
you, filled with strong braveheart warriors
500 years of wars with the Sultans
500 years of darkness and pain
In war with Turks and Serbs
this land is washed by blood

Take away from my land your tanks and weapons
Don't came uninvited in my house
Don't touch my cradles (stay away from my kids)
Don't joke with my tolerance
if i lose it and start to fight
i will turn your Serbia in a "living grave"

You can hear the pain of this land
The dead ones (the heroes)
want to came into life and kill the Sultan
They want to come into life
and bring with them the freedom

Whole Kosovo will be washed with our blood
but we never will turn into Serbs
(all of us will die, choking into our own blood
but never an Albanian will choose to become a Serb)

[Alboz]

With the will of the almighty God
The light of the Albanianism was born
It’s lighting up and it doesn't has an end
From today to eternity
In the heart of the youngest ones
(it's carred in the heart of the new generation)

You (the young ones), stand up for Liberty
stand up for Albanianism
Weapons in your hands
and hearts filled with fire
Filled with fire for the Albanianism
Burn (you) heart of the young ones

The sky full of Albanian eagles
the mountains full of dragons
Such fertile plains
sea filled with so much life
See, these are our Lands

Here the eagles (Albanians) were the first residents
Balkan "pronounced" his first word
And they (the ancestors) left us as inheritance:
Honor, Besa* and Bravery
This is the heart of an Albanian

Give each other your Besa*
you with the same blood of Kastrioti (Skanderbeg)
Give it and swear
before Nation, before God

You, the young ones
may you were born for Liberty
You, the young ones
with the same force as an earthquake
For Liberty and Albanianism
may you live as long as "sea waves" (long life to you)

*Besa is a cultural precept, usually translated as faith, that means to keep the promise. The man of Besa connotes a man of respect and honour, someone to whom you can trust your life

[Alboz]

(from the poetry of Naim Frashëri 1846-1900)

Here among you have I risen
And aflame am I now blazing
Just a bit of light to give you
That I change your night to daytime
I'll combust and I will wither
Be consumed and be extinguished
Just to give you brightness, vision
That you notice one another
For you will I fade and tarnish
Of me there will be no remnant
I will burn, in tears lamenting
My desire I cannot suffer
Of the fire I am not fearful
I will never be extinguished
If I burn of my desire
Try to shine as best I'm able
When you see that I have vanished
Do not think that I have perished
I'm alive, among the living
In the rays of truth I'm standing
In your souls do I take refuge
Do not think I'm stranger to you
Patience was bestowed upon me
Thus I glow with steadfast courage
Doing good is all I long for
That you not remain in darkness
Forward now and gather 'round me
Talk, smile, eat, drink and make merry
Love within my soul is harboured
Yes, for mankind am I burning
Let me melt and let me smoulder
To grow cold I do not wish for
Let my wretched corpse be consumed
For our true God the Almighty
May my lungs scorch, charred to ashes
For mankind I'll melt and vanish
With me all man's joys I'll carry
Bear them to the Lord Almighty
Humanity is what I long for
Goodness, gentleness and wisdom
If you'll with me be companions?
If you'll love me as I love you
If you all love one another
Work not for the Prince of Darkness
Venture towards me, fleeting heart, do
Come, approach this fire a little!
Though the flame may singe your wings
it's sure to sanctify your spirit
With the torch that here consumes me
I the eyes of men have opened
Been of them a true companion
I do know them, they do know me
I've observed them all in passing
Mothers, kith and kin, and fathers
All of them are my concern still
All who lived here on this planet
Even now I see them 'mongst you
For I recognize their spirits
I, like you, have changed, transfigured
Changed and altered my companions
Many times have I turned into
Earth and wind and fire and water
I'm a spark come from the heavens
From the sun I'm glowing embers
Through the skies I fly, a-soaring
And live deep within the ocean
Often in the soil I sleep or
Take my rest in fruits and honey
I'm a suckling lamb or kid goat
Flower, grass or leaves a-sprouting
So much do I have to tell you
Yet I fear my speech will fail me
What's the point to put to paper
Words this flickering tongue's inspired?

[Alboz]

(from the poetry of Migjeni 1911-1938)

Poverty, brothers, is a mouthful that's hard to swallow,
A bite that sticks in your throat and leaves you in sorrow,
When you watch the pale faces and rheumy eyes
Observing you like ghosts and holding out thin hands;
Behind you they lie, stretched out
Their whole lives through, until the moment of death.
Above them in the air, as if in disdain,
Crosses and stony minarets pierce the sky,
Prophets and saints in many colours radiate splendour.
And poverty feels betrayed.

Poverty carries its own vile imprint,
It is hideous, repulsive, disgusting.
The brow that bears it, the eyes that express it,
The lips that try in vain to hide it
Are the offspring of ignorance, the victims of disdain,
The filthy scraps flung from the table
At which for centuries
Some pitiless, insatiable dog has fed.
Poverty has no good fortune, only rags,
The tattered banners of a hope
Shattered by broken promises.

Poverty wallows in debauchery.
In dark corners, together with dogs, rats, cats,
On mouldy, stinking, filthy mattresses,
Naked breasts exposed, sallow dirty bodies,
With feelings overwhelmed by bestial desire,
They bite, devour, suck, kiss the sullied lips,
And in unbridled lust the thirst is quenched,
The craving stilled, and self-consciousness lost.
Here is the source of the imbeciles, the servants and the beggars
Who will tomorrow be born to fill the streets.

Poverty shines in the eyes of the newborn,
Flickers like the pale flame of a candle
Under a ceiling blackened with smoke and spider webs,
Where human shadows tremble on damp stained walls,
Where the ailing infant wails like a banshee
To suck the dry breasts of its wretched mother
Who, pregnant again, curses god and the devil,
Curses the heavy burden of her unborn child.
Her baby does not laugh, it only wastes away,
Unwanted by its mother, who curses it, too.
How sorrowful is the cradle of the poor
Where a child is rocked with tears and sighs.

Poverty's child is raised in the shadows
Of great mansions, too high for imploring voices to reach
To disturb the peace and quiet of the lords
Sleeping in blissful beds beside their ladies.

Poverty matures a child before its time,
Teaches it to dodge the threatening fist,
The hand which clutches its throat in dreams,
When the delirium of starvation begins
And when death casts its shadow on childish faces,
Instead of a smile a hideous grimace.
While the fate of a fruit is to ripen and fall,
The child is interred not maturing at all.

Poverty labours and toils by day and night,
Chest and forehead drenched in sweat,
Up to the knees in mud and slime,
And still the empty guts writhe in hunger.
Starvation wages! For such a daily ordeal,
A mere three or four leks and an 'On your way.'

Poverty sometimes paints its face,
Swollen lips scarlet, hollow cheeks rouged,
And body a chattel in a filthy trade.
For service in bed for which it is paid
With a few lousy francs,
Stained sheets, stained face and stained conscience.

Poverty leaves a heritage as well,
Not cash in the bank or property you can sell,
But distorted bones and pains in the chest,
Perhaps leaves the memory of a bygone day
When the roof of the house, weakened by decay,
By age and the weather collapsed and fell,
And above all the din rose a terrible cry
Cursing and imploring, as from the depths of hell,
The voice of a man crushed by a beam.
Under the heel, says the priest, of a god irate
Ends thus the life of a dissolute ingrate.
And so the memory of such misfortunes
Fills the cup of bitterness passed to generations.

Poverty in drink seeks consolation,
In filthy taverns, with dirty, littered tables,
The thirsting soul pours glass after glass
Down the throat to forget its many worries,
The dulling glass, the glass satanic,
Caressing with a venomous bite.
And when, like grain under the scythe, the man falls
To the floor, he giggles and sobs, a tragicomic clown,
And all his sorrow in drink he drowns
When one by one, a hundred glasses downs.

Poverty sets desires ablaze like stars in the night
And turns them to ashes, like trees struck by lightning.

Poverty knows no joy, but only pain,
Pain reducing you to such despair
That you seize the rope and hang yourself,
Or become a poor victim of 'paragraphs.'

Poverty wants no pity, only justice!
Pity? Bastard daughter of cunning fathers,
Who like the Pharisees, beating the drum
Ostentatiously for their own sly ends,
Drop a penny in the beggar's hands.

Poverty is an indelible stain
On the brow of humanity through the ages.
And never can this stain be effaced
By doctrines decaying in temples.

[Alboz]

How strange the feeling in your soul
When love invades your very being
Another “me” or so I’m told
And life takes on another meaning.

Day after day, I go through the motions,
Stumbling my way, life is a blur
Slave of my love, of my emotions
You’re in my eyes, you’re in my heart

One kiss, one heartbeat, in time,
a kiss, the moment, is mine.
I close my eyes, I breathe
I’m Queen of the world of Make Believe!!

You make me feel, a little crazy
You make me see your tears are true
You make my days and nights so hazy,
You make me feel the image of you.

[Alboz]

I know how hard is to love
I know how much pain brings a traitor
When you love with whole your heart
but you find only tears and pain

I don't want to die
without saying you again:
"that you are the only one who makes this soul alive"
It's better to be slave of solitude
than slave of "rejected love"
At least leaves my heart alone
don't mock it

I searched for you everywhere
Do you remember it now? Do you?
And i never want to see you again
Leave, please just go

I'm tired of my inner words
that i can't speak out
I have an inner world
"not lived" and full of pain

[Alboz]

I didn't take my revenge
i never broke your heart
There is a rope (an imaginary one) on my throat
It tears apart my soul
I didn't' expect it, your betrayal
I sold out (given away) everything
everything, besides my soul
I believed you sincerely
but it isn't important anymore
Lord will take my revenge
no one can buy my soul

Go away, nothing will remain (about us)
Remember, only, to put a handful of earth on me when i will die
(remember to honour me in my last day on this life)
I didn't expect it from you
to broke me in this life
I believed you sincerely
but it isn't important anymore
Lord will take my revenge
no one can buy my soul

[Alboz]

Your blond hair and black eyes
I will always remember them
Magdalen' oh Magdalena
I will makes you mine
or i will die trying
Magdalen' oh Magdalena
I will always remember them
Magdalen' oh Magdalena
Because of you, i live in hope
Magdalen' oh Magdalena

In your neighbourhood
i can't walk there
Magdalen' oh Magdalena
I'm passing my days
watching your balcony from afar
with tears in my eyes
Magdalen' oh Magdalena
Because i can't live without you
Magdalen' oh Magdalena

In your balcony
flowers are raising
Magdalen' oh Magdalena
take one of them and send it to me
Magdalen' oh Magdalen
I love you now
and i will always love you
Magdalen oh Magdalena

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Who will cold my burning passion?
Aman* Sabahe* eh
I loved you
and i will always love you
Aman Sabahe eh

Ah Aman Sabahe eh
Hey, how beautiful you are

Damn to this love
Aman Sabahe eh
I loved you
and i will always love you
Aman Sabahe eh

Ah, Aman Sabahe eh
Hey, how beautiful you are


* Aman is an expression remained here by Ottoman Empire. It's an exclamation of "distress", sometimes "amazement" (and many other emotions).
* Sabahe (and obviously Magdalena) are females name.

[Alboz]

For me, the flowers of May
aren't beautiful anymore
They died, while blooming
poor them
Light and cold
like the snow in January
This song of mine
speaks directly from heart

You abandoned (left) me
may my kisses will curse you
Because, far from me
your heart became a traitor
You'll regret it
but it will be late
And crying
you will remember our love

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Flower, you flower
i stealed you and
i planted you in my garden
Flower, you flower
you have filled my heart with so much love

Are you a night star?
Those eyes, those shining eyes
i can't forget them