Our fields and mountains echoed
Drenica and Rugova are on fire
blood starts to spill and grass starts to burn
for freedom calls even the albanian

In fire of gunpowder he moves his eyelashes
in field of gunpowder he raises warriors
with blood of the brave the valley reddens
rifle and pen oo Hasan Prishtina

We thank you Drenica o warrior mother
for this brave Hasan which you've raised
and to the heroic Kosovo
with this brave man you lit her face with pride

The mothers dress as men
because Kosovo doesn't want tears
but wants weapons that stop attacks
for the blood of their children to not go in vain eee

That Sylë Vokshi twists his moustache
hugs the rifle and starts her fire
we are the grandchildren of Kastrioti
born and raised in the fire of gunpowder

They do not fear the dark night
nor the shootings of fire
as it is the tradition of the albanian
always to die for the fatherland