Lyrics and translation Pirro Cako - Kuturu

Kuturu

Eci rruges kot, kuturu
Dhe s'di ku shkoj...
Xurxull jam prap une... se ajo,
Nje bohem nuk e do.
Sa te desha, shpirt,
S'mund ta dish.
Te vodhen ty pabesisht,
Me pije mbys dhimbjen pa fund.

Sa e lumtur je, une s'e di,
Me ate qe jeton.
Mund ta blej ai per ty dhe boten,
Vetem zemren, jo!
Mbeti shkret tani streha jone
Ne luks je ngrire. ne kyc, trishton,
Si ne muze... si nje Xhokond

Ref.
Une ne jete i pasur s'jam vertet,
Por ne enderr e shoh veten mbret (!)
Neper pub-e tok me miq harxhoj,
Une Henen si monedhe.
Ti po fle tani, Xhokonda ime,
Shiu si det mbi mua zbrazet,
As rrufete s'me ngasin dot,
Sa ka nje Zot...!

Eci rrugeve kot, mori fund,
Ky fati im - kuturu.
Ty s'te kam tani dhe ne shi,
Dehja po me shkund.
Se ne dashuri, kur te dhemb,
Jo dehja s'del dhe aq lehte
Te desha, Xhokonde, ty... nje bohem...!

Kuturu

I wander these streets like a vagrant
With nowhere to go...
Misery has overcome me... it seems,
A bohemian is not loved.
How I desire you, my soul,
But I'm unable to have you.
You are led by wealth
To drink away endless pain.

How fortunate you are, I cannot say,
With the one you live with.
He can buy you the world and everything,
Except your heart!
Your home has become desolate
In luxury you have risen. in hardship, she grieves,
Like a muse... like a Mona Lisa

Chorus.
I am truly not wealthy in life,
But in dreams, I see myself as a king (!)
I spend with friends in pubs,
Money like a coin.
You sleep now, my dear one,
Tears like a sea fall uncontrollably,
Even lightning does not disturb me,
As long as there is a God...!

I wander the streets lost, a dead end,
This fate of mine - a vagrant.
I don't have you now, and in the rain,
My thirst torments me.
For in love, when you are hurt,
Thirst does not easily depart,
I loved you, Mona Lisa, a bohemian...!