Vedat Ademi
Mall Që Djeg
Shqiparme per zemren time ishe
dhe e ndizje dhe me shi
jete ne shpirtin tim ti kishe
nate e ftohte dhe pa njeri
genjeshter e thurur ne vargje
realiteti i jetes sone
iluzion fshehur ne pragje
si renkim si nje jehone
ref. afer je por larg te kam
fryme nuk marr por fryma jote jam
eren ndjej tek lehte me prek
mall qe shuhet mall qe djeg
arme per zemren time ishe
dhe e ndizje dhe me shi
jete ne shpirtin tim ti kishe
nate e ftohte dhe pa njeri
genjeshter e thurur ne vargje
realiteti i jetes sone
iluzion fshehur ne pragje
si renkim si nje jehone
ref. afer je por larg te kam
fryme nuk marr por fryma jote jam
eren ndjej tek lehte me prek
mall qe shuhet mall qe djeg
ref. ....
dhe e ndizje dhe me shi
jete ne shpirtin tim ti kishe
nate e ftohte dhe pa njeri
genjeshter e thurur ne vargje
realiteti i jetes sone
iluzion fshehur ne pragje
si renkim si nje jehone
ref. afer je por larg te kam
fryme nuk marr por fryma jote jam
eren ndjej tek lehte me prek
mall qe shuhet mall qe djeg
arme per zemren time ishe
dhe e ndizje dhe me shi
jete ne shpirtin tim ti kishe
nate e ftohte dhe pa njeri
genjeshter e thurur ne vargje
realiteti i jetes sone
iluzion fshehur ne pragje
si renkim si nje jehone
ref. afer je por larg te kam
fryme nuk marr por fryma jote jam
eren ndjej tek lehte me prek
mall qe shuhet mall qe djeg
ref. ....
Nostalgy That Hurts
Anglishtyou was an arm for my heart
and you fired even in the rain
you had life in my soul
a cold night without people
lie knitted in verse
the reality of our life
a secret illusion in every step
as a groan,as a resound
you are next to me,but you are so far
I can’t breath but I am your breath
I feel the wint,when touch me slowly
nostalgy that ends,nostalgy that hurts
you was an arm for my heart
and you fired even in the rain
you had life in my soul
a cold night without people
lie knitted in verse
the reality of our life
a secret illusion in every step
as a groan,as a resound
you are next to me,but you are so far
I can’t breath but I am your breath
I feel the wint,when touch me slowly
nostalgy that ends,nostalgy that hurts
you are next to me,but you are so far
I can’t breath but I am your breath
I feel the wint,when touch me slowly
nostalgy that ends,nostalgy that hurts
and you fired even in the rain
you had life in my soul
a cold night without people
lie knitted in verse
the reality of our life
a secret illusion in every step
as a groan,as a resound
you are next to me,but you are so far
I can’t breath but I am your breath
I feel the wint,when touch me slowly
nostalgy that ends,nostalgy that hurts
you was an arm for my heart
and you fired even in the rain
you had life in my soul
a cold night without people
lie knitted in verse
the reality of our life
a secret illusion in every step
as a groan,as a resound
you are next to me,but you are so far
I can’t breath but I am your breath
I feel the wint,when touch me slowly
nostalgy that ends,nostalgy that hurts
you are next to me,but you are so far
I can’t breath but I am your breath
I feel the wint,when touch me slowly
nostalgy that ends,nostalgy that hurts
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