Ilir Shaqiri
N'ministri Te Londres
ShqipMinistrit t'Londrës shkunë e i than,
Isa Boletini vet' ka ardhë,
mbanë allti more o e k'sule të bardhë.
Do ta pres siq ashtë zakoni,
por kujdes t'ma kontrolloni,
ju gjeneral more oh vet' t'ma shoqenoni.
Hyn Isai me kokën larte,
paltë e gjamadanit i rrinin hapt'
si shqiponja more kur hapë krahet,
Me kanë thanë se je trim mali,
as kerkush armet s'ti nali,
veq n`evropë more o sot jam i pari.
Sa për regulla i zbatova,
njanën allti n'derë e dorzova,
por ket' tjetrën prej brezit o se nxorra,
n'mos besofsh po ta tregoj,
te 10 plumbat i mban në gojë,
e kam kujtim more e aq shumë e qmoj e.
Lordi plak mbeti pa mend,
as një fjalë nuk foli veq ban me sheje,
ulu more malesore more oh të bojna kuvend e.
Nuk kam ardh k'tu more zotni,
në pallat të Londres mu u vra me ty,
por t'bajme kuvend more hajde sy me sy.
Detin ndoshta mund ta thani,
mund te shterret dhe oqeani,
ej token tonë more ho t'paqenë se bani..
Isa Boletini vet' ka ardhë,
mbanë allti more o e k'sule të bardhë.
Do ta pres siq ashtë zakoni,
por kujdes t'ma kontrolloni,
ju gjeneral more oh vet' t'ma shoqenoni.
Hyn Isai me kokën larte,
paltë e gjamadanit i rrinin hapt'
si shqiponja more kur hapë krahet,
Me kanë thanë se je trim mali,
as kerkush armet s'ti nali,
veq n`evropë more o sot jam i pari.
Sa për regulla i zbatova,
njanën allti n'derë e dorzova,
por ket' tjetrën prej brezit o se nxorra,
n'mos besofsh po ta tregoj,
te 10 plumbat i mban në gojë,
e kam kujtim more e aq shumë e qmoj e.
Lordi plak mbeti pa mend,
as një fjalë nuk foli veq ban me sheje,
ulu more malesore more oh të bojna kuvend e.
Nuk kam ardh k'tu more zotni,
në pallat të Londres mu u vra me ty,
por t'bajme kuvend more hajde sy me sy.
Detin ndoshta mund ta thani,
mund te shterret dhe oqeani,
ej token tonë more ho t'paqenë se bani..
In The Ministry Of London
AnglishtTo the minister of London they went and said,
Isa Boletini came himself,
Holding a gun oh and a white hat...
I’ll welcome him like the traditions say,
But carefully do check him,
You generals accompany yourselves...
Isa enters holding his head high,
The pairs of the Xhamadan stood opened,
Like the eagle when it opens its wings.
They told me you’re a warrior of the mountains,
No one has been able you to take your weapons off you,
But in Europe today I’m the first (the leader).
As for the rules I have obeyed them,
One gun I handed over at the door,
But the other one I didn’t take off my belt,
If you don’t believe I’ll show it to you;
All the 10 bullets it holds in it’s throat,
I have it as a memory and it’s very precious to me.
The old lord was left with no words,
Didn’t spoke, only did a hand sign;
Sit down highlander and let’s discuss.
I didn’t come here sir,
In palace of London to fight with you,
But to discuss eye to eye;
You can dry the sea,
The ocean can perish too,
But you can never make our land non-existent...
Isa Boletini came himself,
Holding a gun oh and a white hat...
I’ll welcome him like the traditions say,
But carefully do check him,
You generals accompany yourselves...
Isa enters holding his head high,
The pairs of the Xhamadan stood opened,
Like the eagle when it opens its wings.
They told me you’re a warrior of the mountains,
No one has been able you to take your weapons off you,
But in Europe today I’m the first (the leader).
As for the rules I have obeyed them,
One gun I handed over at the door,
But the other one I didn’t take off my belt,
If you don’t believe I’ll show it to you;
All the 10 bullets it holds in it’s throat,
I have it as a memory and it’s very precious to me.
The old lord was left with no words,
Didn’t spoke, only did a hand sign;
Sit down highlander and let’s discuss.
I didn’t come here sir,
In palace of London to fight with you,
But to discuss eye to eye;
You can dry the sea,
The ocean can perish too,
But you can never make our land non-existent...
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