I love
On the grass I love to rest,
to sing, and fun to have,
to see the cattle around,
when they eat and drink aloud;
to see the beatiful green fields,
all plants waved by the winds,
only when people work high
and girls sing songs alive!
Ah, I love the flowers too,
when they show off their colors,
and butterflies that fly in lea
on them I want they to be;
and the nightingale to sing
under the warm sun in spring.
I love Albania the most,
that’s where I have my home,
when I was among the greens
also playing with my sheeps;
this is what I desire
and my soul burning fire
I want to go there free
as long as I live and breathe!
