I nestled into the world of the old shellOnce, imagination tracked down history,The ticking of modern footstepsSpiritually twinnedWith the cobblestones of the ancient streets!
They told me I flew on an eagle’s wingI cannot understand it,Was I entirely thereOr in another world?
With trembling fingersI caressed the castle stonesMy blood was boiling hotMy body shivering at every stepTo my hungry eyeI dressed it in high culture.
On every stone I stepped on,In every plant I smelledWith delight I read a piece of historyProud angelic RozafaWatched me with pride!
I looked for Queen Teuta,I did not see her with my eyes,I felt her in my heart,Close by.....
The archaic stones spoke to me with so much loveStrangely, a sweet voice whispered to me“In our kingdom, today Teuta is You”
Ahh,… what a marvelOld Illyrian pearl,Golden wealth of our land,The majesty of Rozafa CastleAn obsession of the soul and eye forever!
I learned the language of the stones in ShkodërI envy myself so muchAs I spoke in friendship with the castle stonesRozafa, I wanted to sacrifice myself, why
