Ilir Shaqiri
Përtej Ëndrrës Të Kërkojë
Shqip'Neper endrra te kerkoj, si serembe te vij pas,
her te gjej e her s'te gjej, bukuri qe zemren plas'.
Ne ta marrsha belin sonte,
mbulojn yjet e gjithsise,
dhe tan jeten vec per ty,
do t'i lutem Perendise.
Moj manare qe prek qiellin,
kur kthen koken tan vatanit,
gjall po t'ishte do te habitej
arkitekti Pashe Sinani.
Ndoshta tempujt do t'i shiste,
100 vjet do te ndqite pas,
nuk do t'linte pa te gjetur,
ne mij cepa te dynjase.
Si nuk jam nje arkitekt,
a piktor, do te doja,
ne muzet e lashta t'botes,
Mona Lizen, ta sfidoja.
her te gjej e her s'te gjej, bukuri qe zemren plas'.
Ne ta marrsha belin sonte,
mbulojn yjet e gjithsise,
dhe tan jeten vec per ty,
do t'i lutem Perendise.
Moj manare qe prek qiellin,
kur kthen koken tan vatanit,
gjall po t'ishte do te habitej
arkitekti Pashe Sinani.
Ndoshta tempujt do t'i shiste,
100 vjet do te ndqite pas,
nuk do t'linte pa te gjetur,
ne mij cepa te dynjase.
Si nuk jam nje arkitekt,
a piktor, do te doja,
ne muzet e lashta t'botes,
Mona Lizen, ta sfidoja.
Beyond My Dreams I Search For You
Anglisht‘In my dreams I search for you, like Serembe I follow you around,
Sometimes I find you sometimes I do not, beauty that kills my heart’
May I hold your waist tonight,
The stars of the galaxy shall cover us,
And for as long as I shall live,
Only for you I will pray to God.
Oh serene that touches the sky,
When you turn your head towards our homeland,
Even he would be surprised to see you if he was alive,
The architect Sinan Pasha.
Maybe he would sell his temples,
And then follow you around for 100 years,
He wouldn’t give up without finding you,
In a thousand parts of this world.
How I wish to be an architect,
Or a painter, I would want,
In the ancient museums of the world,
To challenge, the Mona Lisa.
Sometimes I find you sometimes I do not, beauty that kills my heart’
May I hold your waist tonight,
The stars of the galaxy shall cover us,
And for as long as I shall live,
Only for you I will pray to God.
Oh serene that touches the sky,
When you turn your head towards our homeland,
Even he would be surprised to see you if he was alive,
The architect Sinan Pasha.
Maybe he would sell his temples,
And then follow you around for 100 years,
He wouldn’t give up without finding you,
In a thousand parts of this world.
How I wish to be an architect,
Or a painter, I would want,
In the ancient museums of the world,
To challenge, the Mona Lisa.
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