Kastriot Tusha
Ndale Shkaun Moj Evropë
ShqipPo i flas qjellit me fjal’ prej gjaku,
Kah lind djelli e perëndon,
Tan Kosova asht’ gur i pragut,
Tan Kosova asht’ zemra jon’,
Tan Kosova asht’ gur i pragut,
Tan Kosova asht’ zemra jon’,
Tan Kosova asht’ zemra jon’.
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun o moj Evrop’!
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun moj Evrop’!
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Po i flas botës me fjal’ prej guri,
Ku lind djelli e perëndon,
Amanet kem nga flamuri,
Nji gur pragu t’mos e lshojm’,
Amanet kem nga flamuri,
Nji gur pragu t’mos e lshojm’,
Nji gur pragu t’mos e lshojm’,
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun o moj Evrop’!
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun moj Evrop’!
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Hej…
Kah lind djelli e perëndon,
Tan Kosova asht’ gur i pragut,
Tan Kosova asht’ zemra jon’,
Tan Kosova asht’ gur i pragut,
Tan Kosova asht’ zemra jon’,
Tan Kosova asht’ zemra jon’.
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun o moj Evrop’!
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun moj Evrop’!
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Po i flas botës me fjal’ prej guri,
Ku lind djelli e perëndon,
Amanet kem nga flamuri,
Nji gur pragu t’mos e lshojm’,
Amanet kem nga flamuri,
Nji gur pragu t’mos e lshojm’,
Nji gur pragu t’mos e lshojm’,
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun o moj Evrop’!
Pse s’përgjigjesh Evrop’ e vjetër?
Dheu i djegun t’akuzon,
Ndale djallin për hir’ të Zotit,
Ndale shkjaun moj Evrop’!
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Po s’e ndale, ta ndal vet’,
Se kem trimat shqiponj’ me flet’,
Se i kem varret si flak’ pishtar,
Që nuk fiken sa t’ket’ shqiptar,
Se shqiptari do t’rroj’ sa jeta,
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Sikur lisi me shkrepa t’veta.
Hej…
Stop The Serb Oh Europe
AnglishtI talk to the sky with words made of blood,
From where the sun rises and where it sets,
All of Kosovo is our threshold made of stone,
All of Kosovo is our heart,
All of Kosovo is our threshold made of stone,
All of Kosovo is our heart,
All of Kosovo is our heart.
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
I talk to the world with words made of stone,
From where the sun rises and where it sets,
We have a last will from the flag;
To not lose not even a threshold of stone,
We have a last will from the flag;
To not lose not even a threshold of stone,
To not lose not even a threshold of stone.
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
Hey…
From where the sun rises and where it sets,
All of Kosovo is our threshold made of stone,
All of Kosovo is our heart,
All of Kosovo is our threshold made of stone,
All of Kosovo is our heart,
All of Kosovo is our heart.
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
I talk to the world with words made of stone,
From where the sun rises and where it sets,
We have a last will from the flag;
To not lose not even a threshold of stone,
We have a last will from the flag;
To not lose not even a threshold of stone,
To not lose not even a threshold of stone.
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
Why won’t you answer old Europe?
The burned land accuses you,
Stop the devil for the sake of God,
Stop the serb oh Europe!
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
It you won’t I shall stop him myself,
For that we have our warriors with wings,
For that we have our graves like fiery torches,
That won’t burn out for as long as there’s Albanians,
Because the Albanian shall live to eternity,
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
Like the oak with it’s branches does.
Hey…
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