Ilir Shaqiri
Toka Dridhet, Deti Po Gjëmon
Shqipheeejj
Toka dridhet, deti po gjëmon,
me shtatë krajlat shqipja po lufton.
Mali malit ja përcjell ushtimën,
Bajram Curri e thrret Hasan Prishtinën.
Ded Gjo Luli o prej majës s’malit,
Luigj Gurakuqi, Bajo e Mihali.
Azem Bejta çetav’ me ju pri,
me besa-besë ja vdekje ja liri,
ja vdekje ja liri…
heeejj
N’kuvend të Greçës tek burimi i dlirë,
rrjedhin dymdhetë pika për atdheun e lirë.
Lidhet besa e dhanë n’kuvend t’Junikut,
Idriz Seferi n’grykë të Kaçanikut,
kryt e kulçdrës po ja shtyp me gur,
i urti plak rrugon për flamur.
Krah i djathti rrin ai ma trimi,
me dy koburre Isa Boletini,
Isa Boletini…
heeejj
Ismail Qemali shkallë e shkallë po ngjitet,
si valt’ e detit shqipja po valvitet,
tmerr si Kariqi n’toka arbnore,
gjama nis n’oborret mbretnore.
Çdo gur e dhe që tregon historia,
u la me gjak që e fali djelmnia.
Gjiri i nanës kurrë nuk shterroi,
heeejj lufta kosit por ajo i dhjetëfishoi,
ajo i dhjetëfishoi o heejj…
Toka dridhet, deti po gjëmon,
me shtatë krajlat shqipja po lufton.
Mali malit ja përcjell ushtimën,
Bajram Curri e thrret Hasan Prishtinën.
Ded Gjo Luli o prej majës s’malit,
Luigj Gurakuqi, Bajo e Mihali.
Azem Bejta çetav’ me ju pri,
me besa-besë ja vdekje ja liri,
ja vdekje ja liri…
heeejj
N’kuvend të Greçës tek burimi i dlirë,
rrjedhin dymdhetë pika për atdheun e lirë.
Lidhet besa e dhanë n’kuvend t’Junikut,
Idriz Seferi n’grykë të Kaçanikut,
kryt e kulçdrës po ja shtyp me gur,
i urti plak rrugon për flamur.
Krah i djathti rrin ai ma trimi,
me dy koburre Isa Boletini,
Isa Boletini…
heeejj
Ismail Qemali shkallë e shkallë po ngjitet,
si valt’ e detit shqipja po valvitet,
tmerr si Kariqi n’toka arbnore,
gjama nis n’oborret mbretnore.
Çdo gur e dhe që tregon historia,
u la me gjak që e fali djelmnia.
Gjiri i nanës kurrë nuk shterroi,
heeejj lufta kosit por ajo i dhjetëfishoi,
ajo i dhjetëfishoi o heejj…
The Earth Is Shaking, The Sea Is Rumbling
AnglishtHeeeyy
The earth is shaking, the sea is rumbling,
With the seven kings the eagle is fighting.
The mountain passes the rattle to the other mountain,
Bajram Curri calls for Hasan Prishtina.
Ded Gjo Luli oh from the top of the mountain,
Luigj Gurakuqi, Bajo and Mihali.
Azem Bejta leading his men,
With besa-besë, death or freedom,
Death or freedom…
Heeeyy
In the Convention of Greça, at the pure clean spring,
Fall twelve drops for the free fatherland.
A vow is made on the Convention of Junik
Idriz Seferi on the gorge of Kaçanik,
Stomps the head f the dragon with a stone,
Then the wise old man starts his journey towards the flag.
On the right-side stands that one most brave man,
With his two pistols Isa Boletini,
Isa Boletini…
Heeeyy
Ismail Qemali is climbing the stairs slowly,
Like the waves of the sea our flag is waving,
Horror like Karić in the Albanian land,
The weeping starts in the royal court.
Every stone and land that history has shown,
Has been washed with the blood that the manhood has given.
The mother’s breastfes never once did run out,
Heeeyy the war killed warriors but she multiplied them
She multiplied them oh heeyy…
The earth is shaking, the sea is rumbling,
With the seven kings the eagle is fighting.
The mountain passes the rattle to the other mountain,
Bajram Curri calls for Hasan Prishtina.
Ded Gjo Luli oh from the top of the mountain,
Luigj Gurakuqi, Bajo and Mihali.
Azem Bejta leading his men,
With besa-besë, death or freedom,
Death or freedom…
Heeeyy
In the Convention of Greça, at the pure clean spring,
Fall twelve drops for the free fatherland.
A vow is made on the Convention of Junik
Idriz Seferi on the gorge of Kaçanik,
Stomps the head f the dragon with a stone,
Then the wise old man starts his journey towards the flag.
On the right-side stands that one most brave man,
With his two pistols Isa Boletini,
Isa Boletini…
Heeeyy
Ismail Qemali is climbing the stairs slowly,
Like the waves of the sea our flag is waving,
Horror like Karić in the Albanian land,
The weeping starts in the royal court.
Every stone and land that history has shown,
Has been washed with the blood that the manhood has given.
The mother’s breastfes never once did run out,
Heeeyy the war killed warriors but she multiplied them
She multiplied them oh heeyy…
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