ON SUNDAY
On Sunday I’ll go to the graveyard,
Before the Sun rise at daybreak.
But I won’t wake up the dormant guard,
Quietly, behind me I’ll close the gate.
In peace I’ll walk through the graveyard,
Among the names I can hardly know.
I’ll find some space to nail my cross
On soil that rains have turned to dough.
And later on, I’ll light a candle,
And with that candle I’ll light a cigar,
I’ll hide a package under clod
After death, I’ll smoke nicotine an’ tar
And idly go afar…
Translation from Albanian into English Alfred Kola
