When evening falls so slowlyand the moon climbs up the mountainI lie down to sleep, but sleep won’t comea tear slips from my eye
From Pogradec, the first partinga parting that still hurtsI cast a glance as I was leavingat the shore, the waves upon the lake
High up in Plloçë, at the crossingFor a moment I felt banishedhave I taken the road of no return?My heart aches, my strength fails me
For you I am nectar and honey flowing gently through your veins I am like the moon, like a fiery sun that warms you when you come to me When I lightly touch your skin the fire…
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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