Tell me, my darling, of your beautiful eyes,Of your fragile body, and of your graces too,And of the soul that I sought to enter,To flee from the world, and hide inside you...
Did I not defy the world when I came to your side,Did I not leave it barking like a dog beneath the moon,The beauty and the feeling, like a lightning flash,That you had for me, where on earth did you leave it ?
I asked you to place your heart in my hands,To kiss it and keep it, for the day and for life,To hold it like a sun, to wear it like a crown,So my happiness would speak the truth everywhere...
Inside your soul, I have lived for two full years,I smile, I frolic, and I play with you,But you always felt nothing but unease,You never saw me as yours, but always as a stranger...
One moment you mix me up with Ana and Dëshira,Then with Bruna, Aurela, and so many others,You completely forget yourself, Her, the best of all,Whom I singled out for love from life itself...
Why do you fear life, why are you not free,In the meadow of the soul, that I have given you,In the arms of the breeze, to drink the wine of love,My feeling, in love with you for all my life...
What is love, I beg you, You, tell me,A mill that grinds corn, vetch, and wheat too,A soulless being, a completely alien creature,That hunts and kills someone's soul with stones?
Feelings I sought, and feelings I gave you,But my body too, before you I stripped completely bare,The world, the jealousy, I threw away outside of us, I left them,Was my soul not this sign that I loved you?
When I kissed your lips, and when your heartbeatI took for life like the ticking of a rare clock,For me, It, was the beautiful notes of a song,That rare noon, with love from Kosova...
For two years why do you stay like a frightened bird,When I sing to you, but also kiss you with longing,Running after your soul, and after your graces,Like in legends, but also like in a fairy tale...
Why did you not build in the depths of your soulA warm nest, for me who loved you,Like the beautiful light of the life of Christ himself,I kissed you, and dressed you in the cape of song.
Tell me, my darling, where did I make the grave mistake,That I broke your heart, like a glass in my hands,I never cast you out of feeling, but only honored youIn the sky of my eyes, for You to be my bride...
When did I not value for life; the worth of your soul,Where did I hurt you, that now you writhe before me,Kneeling down, to continue the flow of the rite,For whole months, starting from two years ago...
Open, YOU, your soul with its wounds and its hurts,Let the world see inside it my massacre!....
