THE DAY WEARS YOUR SMILE
I took a walk in the shining city
To leave my pain somewhere at an end.
The rays of the sun brought back memories,
Your picture in my pocket speaks, my friend.
Let me caress your own thoughts
And take the breath out of your dreams,
And touch your smile up in the air,
to disturb a little your own peace.
Rain of tears drowns my soul.
Become a man if you are of sylphs.
If something of you touches me,
Death steals a mouth and speaks.
My longing is your memory of woe.
Sometimes moon with stars,
Sometimes rainbow…
Translation from Albanian to English
By Alfred Kola
