I am a stranger,Yes, yes, on foreign soil,Another language is spoken,My words and my Albanian,Must fall silent, be swallowed..
Ah, how heavy this soil weighs,Far from the motherland - the Fatherland...Far away where I was born,Far away where I grew up,There I have my heart and soul...
From that place I keep the joy,From that place I keep the anger,From that place I keep everything with longing,I am afraid in this place,
Here you are a stranger, and you die alive...
A wounded bird falls to the ground, It draws a breath, it is still alive. How hard its heart is beating, How afraid it is, whose hands has it fallen into? I take it slowly in my hands,…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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