In the clear sky they sparked the lightning,They are striking our leader of leaders.The jackals came out in a treacherous ambush,We raise young shoots,To meet the times!The hordes attack, how will we repel themon the battlefield?!In modern times, a dark middle age!Such fear,Such terror we strike in their marrow! Alas!We planted Albanian;In Albanian we sowed the seed,When we were here, where were they?!I carve the stones of the soulWith Arberian signsI fill earth and skies…And at the renaissance spring, on my knees,I sip the essence.I call upon the Great Nation,For I live not to die!!!