As a bright day he shone around
In clouds and winds on Fatherland’s lag
His first name George, was like the Sun,
The other was, Moon-like, Scanderbeg
.
Two horns of goat were on his head,
An ancient emblem seemed so strange,
As though he knew that between ribs
Two mighty emperors he’d strike with rage.
Twenty-four wars he bravely fought.
Twenty-four deaths he broke outright.
What George would not do during the day,
Scanderbeg outdid along the night.
After he died his bones were spread,
In thousands tombs, lay on the floor.
He had so much in heart and head.
Albania alone was above all
