Meda
Ai Plumb

2x:
Ai plumb që n’dasmën tane
Për gëzim është gjujtë
Ma mirë mu me m’pas vra
Mos me m’lanë me vujtë
REF:
E urrej ditën e diel
Jo pse mbaron java
Po pse përgjithmonë
Prej teje u ndava
I urrej tupanat
Nuk i dua dasmat
S'e dua as arin
Që i ban unazat
2x:
Ma mirë mos të isha gjallë
Të dielen mbrama
Ma mire oshtë për mu
Mos t'kish ardhë e hana
REF 2x:
E urrej ditën e diel
Jo pse mbaron java
Po pse përgjithmonë
Prej teje u ndava
I urrej tupanat
Nuk i dua dasmat
S'e dua as arin
Që i ban unazat
Ai plumb që n’dasmën tane
Për gëzim është gjujtë
Ma mirë mu me m’pas vra
Mos me m’lanë me vujtë
REF:
E urrej ditën e diel
Jo pse mbaron java
Po pse përgjithmonë
Prej teje u ndava
I urrej tupanat
Nuk i dua dasmat
S'e dua as arin
Që i ban unazat
2x:
Ma mirë mos të isha gjallë
Të dielen mbrama
Ma mire oshtë për mu
Mos t'kish ardhë e hana
REF 2x:
E urrej ditën e diel
Jo pse mbaron java
Po pse përgjithmonë
Prej teje u ndava
I urrej tupanat
Nuk i dua dasmat
S'e dua as arin
Që i ban unazat
That bullet

2x: That bullet that was fired at your wedding,
It was shot for joy,
It was better for me to have been killed,
Than to be left here to suffer.
REF: I hate Sunday,
Not because the week ends,
But because forever,
I’ve been separated from you.
I hate the drums,
I don’t like weddings,
I don’t even like the gold
That makes the rings.
2x: It would have been better if I weren’t alive
On Sunday evening,
It would have been better for me,
If Monday had never come.
REF: I hate Sunday,
Not because the week ends,
But because forever,
I’ve been separated from you.
I hate the drums,
I don’t like weddings,
I don’t even like the gold
That makes the rings.
It was shot for joy,
It was better for me to have been killed,
Than to be left here to suffer.
REF: I hate Sunday,
Not because the week ends,
But because forever,
I’ve been separated from you.
I hate the drums,
I don’t like weddings,
I don’t even like the gold
That makes the rings.
2x: It would have been better if I weren’t alive
On Sunday evening,
It would have been better for me,
If Monday had never come.
REF: I hate Sunday,
Not because the week ends,
But because forever,
I’ve been separated from you.
I hate the drums,
I don’t like weddings,
I don’t even like the gold
That makes the rings.
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