Shyhrete Behluli
Shtepi E Vjetër
Shqipme te bukura kujtime
qe i kam ne zemren time
je vendlindja ime
ato rruge,shtepi me gur
me lulekuqe per mbi mur
nuk i harroj kurr
nje cop buke me pak sheqer
vrapoja me femijet tjere
e lire si flutur
me priste nana te dera
buke e pjekur m'vinte era
aaa isha e lumtur
REF
aa shtepi e vjeter
s'do te doja asgje tjeter
perseri une prane te isha
ah sikur te ish e mundur
si at'her te jem e lumtur
dhe dy prindet prane ti kisha
II
te kujtoj ty moj nane
sofren sa her e shtroj
me behreqetin plot
po shijen e bukes tane
as nje her nuk e kerkoj
buka e nanes ma e mira ne bote
REF
aaa shtepi e vjeter
s'do te doja asgje tjeter
perseri une prane te isha
ah sikur te ish e mundur
si at'her te jem e lumtur
dhe dy prindet prane ti kisha
qe i kam ne zemren time
je vendlindja ime
ato rruge,shtepi me gur
me lulekuqe per mbi mur
nuk i harroj kurr
nje cop buke me pak sheqer
vrapoja me femijet tjere
e lire si flutur
me priste nana te dera
buke e pjekur m'vinte era
aaa isha e lumtur
REF
aa shtepi e vjeter
s'do te doja asgje tjeter
perseri une prane te isha
ah sikur te ish e mundur
si at'her te jem e lumtur
dhe dy prindet prane ti kisha
II
te kujtoj ty moj nane
sofren sa her e shtroj
me behreqetin plot
po shijen e bukes tane
as nje her nuk e kerkoj
buka e nanes ma e mira ne bote
REF
aaa shtepi e vjeter
s'do te doja asgje tjeter
perseri une prane te isha
ah sikur te ish e mundur
si at'her te jem e lumtur
dhe dy prindet prane ti kisha
Old House
AnglishtMost beautiful memories
That I have in my heart
It's you my place of birth
Those streets, houses made of stones
with poppies above the wall
I will never forget
One peace of bread with some sugar
running with other kids
Free as a butterfly
my mom waits me at the door
I smelled salt and bread
I was happy
CHORUS:
Oh, old house
I don't want nothing else
just to be there again
oh, if this could be possible
to be happy like that
with my parents next to me
I remember you mom
each time i set the table
with all the goodness
but the taste of your bread
I will never find
Mother's bread is the best in the world
CHORUS:
Oh, old house
I don't want nothing else
just to be there again
oh, if this could be possible
to be happy like that
with my parents next to me
That I have in my heart
It's you my place of birth
Those streets, houses made of stones
with poppies above the wall
I will never forget
One peace of bread with some sugar
running with other kids
Free as a butterfly
my mom waits me at the door
I smelled salt and bread
I was happy
CHORUS:
Oh, old house
I don't want nothing else
just to be there again
oh, if this could be possible
to be happy like that
with my parents next to me
I remember you mom
each time i set the table
with all the goodness
but the taste of your bread
I will never find
Mother's bread is the best in the world
CHORUS:
Oh, old house
I don't want nothing else
just to be there again
oh, if this could be possible
to be happy like that
with my parents next to me
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