Hey, Father.You don't know how much I cried,At the foot of your grave,You closed your eyes without having me near,Were the teardrops enough, I wonder?
Not with laughter, loneliness, or tears,Perhaps the power of being defeats us,Faith stays shut like a coffin,I stopped my tears to say a few words to you,There is no justice, I overcame the pain.
You brought me into life, when the sun flashed,As the harbinger of two loves,That reawakens with a boundless gaze,And the world at once became light for you.
There is still road to travel,I saw beneath the earth blinded by paradise,Your blue eyes are waiting,At the head of the stone-built house.
How much sky there is around this world,In that patch of earth where you sleep,The body stays silent, your breathPushed for the soul in revolt,Over your little piece of soil.
You gathered us, father,It was a hard day, so we cried,For the first time the roof of the towerHeld such golden little boxes.
How you loved nature,The breeze of Prishtina, like a last kiss,And the life of animals in the forest,To do honor as much as you could.
You would open the door of the house,Without any price, without condition.Your given word and hospitality,To the first person you met on the road.
It will come for the last time,A greeting in my little room,With a wise and pure word,Making the great house shine with light.
With father, I want to touch hands again,Without weariness, regrets, when he embraced me,But my feet were stifled there in weeping,That thundered and silently made me gasp.
Your gaze was not seen even in the high sky,How blue it has remained, white as snow,You left us to create another shelter,In the debts of our freedom...May your soul shine.
