Mother oh, mourn the brother,
With three bullets they shoot him,
They shoot him and cursed him,
They called him a traitor.

Because he loved you and they didn't,
Because he cried you when they laughed at you,
Because he dressed you when they undressed you,
Mother oh, he fell a martyr.

Mother oh, cry, shake the mountain,
Traitors killed your son
That with Ismail Qemali
Raised the flag of the brave.

Mother oh, mourn him in Vlorë
Where he gave you freedom, crowned you,
White soul as the snow;
You didn't even give him a grave for shame.

Mother oh, how much he tried
Sweet-mouth and iron-hearted,
exiled alive and exiled in death,
this giant liberator.