Ilir Shaqiri
Guri I Beses
ShqipPyeta malet ku rrufet djeg zdralli;
Kur në gunjë ka ra noiherë shqiptari?
Besa jo thanë male, shkrepë e gurë -
Ai në gjunjë ka ra veç për flamur.
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Besa jo thanë male, shkrepë e gurë...
Besa jo thanë malet, shkrepë e gurë -
Ai në gjunjë ka ra veç për flamur.
Guri i besës malet ia rrëzoi,
dallga e gjakut zemrën s'ia shterroi.
Pyeta lumin që jetoi çdo shekull;
Frikë shqiptarit a i ke pa nën vetull?
Besa plagë në ballë unë i kam pa -
Balli i tij si diell ai dritë ka ba.
oooo
Besa plagë në ballë unë i kam pa...
Besa plagë në ballë unë i kam pa -
Balli i tij si diell ai dritë ka ba.
(?)
Qiell e tokë s'la kënd me ia përlye.
Pyeta pushkën që flakroi nën breza;
A din shqipja vallë si thyhet besa?
Besa jo thanë krismat nëpër mote -
Gjuhë e nder janë lulet e kësaj toke.
oooo
Besa jo thanë krismat nëpër mote...
Besa jo thanë krismat nëpër mote -
Gjuhë e nder janë lulet e kësaj toke.
Ruje fjalën gjuha jonë amtare,
Guri i besës përjetë për me u korrë...
Kur në gunjë ka ra noiherë shqiptari?
Besa jo thanë male, shkrepë e gurë -
Ai në gjunjë ka ra veç për flamur.
oooo
Besa jo thanë male, shkrepë e gurë...
Besa jo thanë malet, shkrepë e gurë -
Ai në gjunjë ka ra veç për flamur.
Guri i besës malet ia rrëzoi,
dallga e gjakut zemrën s'ia shterroi.
Pyeta lumin që jetoi çdo shekull;
Frikë shqiptarit a i ke pa nën vetull?
Besa plagë në ballë unë i kam pa -
Balli i tij si diell ai dritë ka ba.
oooo
Besa plagë në ballë unë i kam pa...
Besa plagë në ballë unë i kam pa -
Balli i tij si diell ai dritë ka ba.
(?)
Qiell e tokë s'la kënd me ia përlye.
Pyeta pushkën që flakroi nën breza;
A din shqipja vallë si thyhet besa?
Besa jo thanë krismat nëpër mote -
Gjuhë e nder janë lulet e kësaj toke.
oooo
Besa jo thanë krismat nëpër mote...
Besa jo thanë krismat nëpër mote -
Gjuhë e nder janë lulet e kësaj toke.
Ruje fjalën gjuha jonë amtare,
Guri i besës përjetë për me u korrë...
The Stone Of The Oath
AnglishtI asked the mountains where thunders are burned by soil,
When has the albanian ever fallen to his knees?
I swear no - said mountain, rock and stone,
he has only ever fallen to his knees for the flag.
oooh
I swear no - said mountain, rock and stone...
I swear no - said mountain, rock and stone,
he has only ever fallen down to his knees for the flag.
The stone of the oath made mountains fall,
yet the wave of blood didn't dry out his heart.
I asked the river that has lived every century;
Have you ever seen fear on the eye of albanian?
I swear I have seen only wounds on his forehead,
His forehead as the sun has shined bright.
oooh
I swear I have seen only wounds on his forehead...
I swear I have seen only wounds on his forehead,
His forehead as the sun has shined bright.
(?)
His sky and earth he left nobody to smear.
I asked the rifle that shot over generations;
Does the eagle know how to break an oath?
I swear no - said the gunshots over the years,
Language and honor are the flowers of this soil.
oooh
I swear no - said the gunshots over the years...
I swear no - said the gunshots over the years,
Language and honor are the flowers of this soil.
Keep your word our dearest mother tongue,
The stone of the oath forever to live and thrive...
When has the albanian ever fallen to his knees?
I swear no - said mountain, rock and stone,
he has only ever fallen to his knees for the flag.
oooh
I swear no - said mountain, rock and stone...
I swear no - said mountain, rock and stone,
he has only ever fallen down to his knees for the flag.
The stone of the oath made mountains fall,
yet the wave of blood didn't dry out his heart.
I asked the river that has lived every century;
Have you ever seen fear on the eye of albanian?
I swear I have seen only wounds on his forehead,
His forehead as the sun has shined bright.
oooh
I swear I have seen only wounds on his forehead...
I swear I have seen only wounds on his forehead,
His forehead as the sun has shined bright.
(?)
His sky and earth he left nobody to smear.
I asked the rifle that shot over generations;
Does the eagle know how to break an oath?
I swear no - said the gunshots over the years,
Language and honor are the flowers of this soil.
oooh
I swear no - said the gunshots over the years...
I swear no - said the gunshots over the years,
Language and honor are the flowers of this soil.
Keep your word our dearest mother tongue,
The stone of the oath forever to live and thrive...
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