“Wait, sister, do not open the gate to the bajloz,until I find my sword!
It is not a good sign,that he comes at night!
” The next day,they announced the fatal news in the mountains:
“They have killed Gjergj Elez Alia!”
No one remembered the time and the date,only the night!
How could I forget them, your dark eyes? The fire died out, but the ash remained, beneath the ash, embers.
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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