Ilir Shaqiri
Ushtar Kavaja
Shqip[Heej bubullime tek shkembi i Kavajes
Jo, jo, ai vinte qe andej qe te pres
Bubullimat e Kosoves...]
Asnjehere s’u ngop, s’u ngop toka me diell
Kurre nuk u kenaq zogu me qiell
Vjen nga Londra e mjegullt, vjen e boren shkrin
Thone eshte Ise’, thone eshte Buletin
Ma kane mbjellur shekujt, tre mije vjet lirine
Qe t’luftoj per Shqiperine
Pritem toke e Arbrit, pritem se po vij
Pa Kosove, jo nuk ka Shqiperi
REF (2x)
Tungjatjeta vellezer, djemte e Dardanise
Jam ushtar Kavaja, balli i trimerise
Vellai i Adem Jasharit, nipi i Skenderbeut
Ne vet do t’ia qepim, vete harten atdheut
Pyeta fushen, detin dhe shkembin e ‘Vajes
Ku eshte lapidari i Indrit CARES
Fusha m’tha te ngjitem majes se Pashtrikut
Tjetri m’tha, buze Adriatikut
Gjithmone njesoj dhemb, dhemb cdo gisht i dores
Njesoj vlejne flatrat e shqiponjes
Nje lule Kosove ne balle trimerie
Nje flamur i kuq Shqiperie
REF (2x) Tungjatjeta vellezer, djemte e Dardanise
Jam ushtar Kavaja, balli i trimerise
Vellai i Adem Jasharit, nipi i Skenderbeut
Ne vet do t’ia qepim, vete harten atdheut
Jo, jo, ai vinte qe andej qe te pres
Bubullimat e Kosoves...]
Asnjehere s’u ngop, s’u ngop toka me diell
Kurre nuk u kenaq zogu me qiell
Vjen nga Londra e mjegullt, vjen e boren shkrin
Thone eshte Ise’, thone eshte Buletin
Ma kane mbjellur shekujt, tre mije vjet lirine
Qe t’luftoj per Shqiperine
Pritem toke e Arbrit, pritem se po vij
Pa Kosove, jo nuk ka Shqiperi
REF (2x)
Tungjatjeta vellezer, djemte e Dardanise
Jam ushtar Kavaja, balli i trimerise
Vellai i Adem Jasharit, nipi i Skenderbeut
Ne vet do t’ia qepim, vete harten atdheut
Pyeta fushen, detin dhe shkembin e ‘Vajes
Ku eshte lapidari i Indrit CARES
Fusha m’tha te ngjitem majes se Pashtrikut
Tjetri m’tha, buze Adriatikut
Gjithmone njesoj dhemb, dhemb cdo gisht i dores
Njesoj vlejne flatrat e shqiponjes
Nje lule Kosove ne balle trimerie
Nje flamur i kuq Shqiperie
REF (2x) Tungjatjeta vellezer, djemte e Dardanise
Jam ushtar Kavaja, balli i trimerise
Vellai i Adem Jasharit, nipi i Skenderbeut
Ne vet do t’ia qepim, vete harten atdheut
Soldier Kavaja
AnglishtNever satiated, never satiated the earth with sun
Never was the bird satisfied with the sky
Comes from foggy London, comes and melts the snow
They say it's Ise', they say it's Buletin
Centuries have planted in me, three thousand years of freedom
To fight for Albania
I await the land of Arbri, I await that I'm coming
Without Kosovo, no, there is no Albania
REF (2x)
Long live brothers, sons of Dardania
I am a soldier Kavaja, the forehead of bravery
Brother of Adem Jashari, grandson of Skanderbeg
We will sew it ourselves, the map of the homeland
I asked the field, the sea and the rock of 'Vaja
Where is the lapidary of Indri CARES
The field told me to climb the peak of Pashtriku
The other told me, the edge of the Adriatic
Always the same It hurts, it hurts every finger
The wings of the eagle are worth the same
A Kosovo flower on the forehead of bravery
A red flag of Albania
REF (2x) Greetings brothers, sons of Dardania
I am a soldier Kavaja, the forehead of bravery
Brother of Adem Jashari, grandson of Skanderbeg
We will sew, ourselves, the map of the homeland
Never was the bird satisfied with the sky
Comes from foggy London, comes and melts the snow
They say it's Ise', they say it's Buletin
Centuries have planted in me, three thousand years of freedom
To fight for Albania
I await the land of Arbri, I await that I'm coming
Without Kosovo, no, there is no Albania
REF (2x)
Long live brothers, sons of Dardania
I am a soldier Kavaja, the forehead of bravery
Brother of Adem Jashari, grandson of Skanderbeg
We will sew it ourselves, the map of the homeland
I asked the field, the sea and the rock of 'Vaja
Where is the lapidary of Indri CARES
The field told me to climb the peak of Pashtriku
The other told me, the edge of the Adriatic
Always the same It hurts, it hurts every finger
The wings of the eagle are worth the same
A Kosovo flower on the forehead of bravery
A red flag of Albania
REF (2x) Greetings brothers, sons of Dardania
I am a soldier Kavaja, the forehead of bravery
Brother of Adem Jashari, grandson of Skanderbeg
We will sew, ourselves, the map of the homeland
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