We were both born under the ceiling of the village of SheqMarinasthe bridal forest of our mothers was singing, back thenwe looked at the moon that seemed to us like a breastand reached out our handswith awakened hands you caught a bird, it went into your mouthand you were singingI did not know how to catch birds back thenand I cried.
I fell in love with you the day a hero was lostin our villagefor whom was mourning under the roof of my housethat bird you caught on the day you were bornthe neighbor's child with Myzeqe eyestold me that bird isn't crying because the hero was lostit's crying because your love has left you…all my days now are waiting.
