Nji luge mjalte per fjalte e imta..- One spoon of honey for fine words
Dy zogj shpirtit kndojne ner floke- Two spirit birds sing in the hair
Tre rrathe zjermit qe mrende digjna e kjajme-Three fire circles that we burn and kry
Kater sy ma t'mdhej se i qielle e i toke.- Four eyes much biger then earth and sky.
Translated by: Vasil Marku
03/13/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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