Ilir Shaqiri
Kosovari
Shqipendet gjithkah neper bot,
se i plasur i nje kembane,
mbi glob stinet,
vijn e shkojn ,
n'zemer ka statuj dardane .
ftyr e ndritur,zemer bardh ,
kurr qepallat si ul posht,
plot pese shekuj ,
mban mbi shpine ,
asniher emri s'iu sose...
se ma ka ballin pergjakur ,
e qefinin pshtjell ne koke,
gjak e ka krahrorin lagur,
brezin lidhur me dy shoke...
nuk ka pikur jo nga qjelli,
as nga toka nuk ka dal,
farefisin ka iliret ,
emrin ja thon KOSOVAR.
plisin bore te bardhe mbi vetulle
besen dhene te mukut mire
me ja shprushe zjarrin ne voter
t'rrotullon me tok e qiell...
esht i urte e i durueshem,
ni damar e ka idhnak
mos ja nxij gjakun deje
si vetetima te ndez flake
Ref.
Se ma ka ballinpergjakur
e qefinin pshtjelle ne koke
gjakl e ka kraharorinlagur
brezin lidhur me dy shok.
Ref.
nuk ka pikur jo nga qielli
as nga toka nuk ka dal
farefisin ka iliret
emrin ja thone KOSOVAR.
se i plasur i nje kembane,
mbi glob stinet,
vijn e shkojn ,
n'zemer ka statuj dardane .
ftyr e ndritur,zemer bardh ,
kurr qepallat si ul posht,
plot pese shekuj ,
mban mbi shpine ,
asniher emri s'iu sose...
se ma ka ballin pergjakur ,
e qefinin pshtjell ne koke,
gjak e ka krahrorin lagur,
brezin lidhur me dy shoke...
nuk ka pikur jo nga qjelli,
as nga toka nuk ka dal,
farefisin ka iliret ,
emrin ja thon KOSOVAR.
plisin bore te bardhe mbi vetulle
besen dhene te mukut mire
me ja shprushe zjarrin ne voter
t'rrotullon me tok e qiell...
esht i urte e i durueshem,
ni damar e ka idhnak
mos ja nxij gjakun deje
si vetetima te ndez flake
Ref.
Se ma ka ballinpergjakur
e qefinin pshtjelle ne koke
gjakl e ka kraharorinlagur
brezin lidhur me dy shok.
Ref.
nuk ka pikur jo nga qielli
as nga toka nuk ka dal
farefisin ka iliret
emrin ja thone KOSOVAR.
The Kosovar
AnglishtIt wanders all around the world,
The bursting sound of a bell,
Over the globe the seasons,
Come and go,
His heart holds the Dardanian statue.
Glowing face, pure hearted,
Never puts his eyelids down,
A whole five centuries,
He holds on his back,
Never ever did his name die…
Because his forehead has become all bloody,
And the white cloth of death is wrapped on his head,
With blood his chest has been washed,
In his belt tied are two pistols…
No he did not fall from the sky,
Nor did he grow from the earth,
His ancestors are the illyrians,
And they call him KOSOVAR.
His white plis over his eyebrow,
The given besa of the good friend,
if you disturb the fire of his home,
he shall strike you as a thunder
(chorus)
Because his forehead has become all bloody,
And the white cloth of death is wrapped on his head,
With blood his chest has been washed,
In his belt tied are two pistols…
(Chorus)
No he did not fall from the sky,
Nor did he grow from the earth,
His ancestors are the illyrians,
And they call him KOSOVAR.
The bursting sound of a bell,
Over the globe the seasons,
Come and go,
His heart holds the Dardanian statue.
Glowing face, pure hearted,
Never puts his eyelids down,
A whole five centuries,
He holds on his back,
Never ever did his name die…
Because his forehead has become all bloody,
And the white cloth of death is wrapped on his head,
With blood his chest has been washed,
In his belt tied are two pistols…
No he did not fall from the sky,
Nor did he grow from the earth,
His ancestors are the illyrians,
And they call him KOSOVAR.
His white plis over his eyebrow,
The given besa of the good friend,
if you disturb the fire of his home,
he shall strike you as a thunder
(chorus)
Because his forehead has become all bloody,
And the white cloth of death is wrapped on his head,
With blood his chest has been washed,
In his belt tied are two pistols…
(Chorus)
No he did not fall from the sky,
Nor did he grow from the earth,
His ancestors are the illyrians,
And they call him KOSOVAR.
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