Paroles et traduction Gold Ag - Zemra E Nanes

Zemra E Nanes

Eh moj liri t'kom prit pak ma ndryshe
Thojsha m'gezon djali jem e bona niher gjyshe
Dhimbjet e nanes per ty bir nuk jon tret
Sa vjet kan kalu e nuk pe di ku m'ke mbet

Sa vjet jan bo qe pot pres te kjo der
Loti s'po ndalet kurr as dimer as ver
E njejt osht stina e njejt java dita
Kurr nuk u lodha bir dej n'ket ore t'prita

Se t'ka pas ty nan sikur dirten e syve
U kallshe moj serbi qe krejt jeten ma nxive
Loti mu ka tha djalin tem pa e pa
Kurr nuk e dita bile vorrin ku e ka

Shpresoje qe je gjall bir t'shoh onderr qdo nat
Hajde sugari nanes them afromu ma ngat
O sa kisha dashte afer teje mu kon
Veq niher me t'pa kurgjo s'po du me than

"Kajher pi boj pytje vetit pse vdiq pse luftum
Pse u venu pse u dogjem per qfare arsyje
Per me ardhe shkau mu bo i barabart me neve?
Eh na vetum me lot ne ftyre eh me ju shku shkive
Mi thon mi jep eshtrat"

Te pata veq ty e mbeta veq vet e mjera
1 shprese ngjallet mrena sa her kerset dera
T'kom uru me t'mira mu bofsh plak i katundit
Te pret nana bir ty dej n'frymen e fundit

Nuk derzona kurr sa tum jep zoti jet
E lumtur isha kon bile eshtrat me ti gjet
Malli sa m'ka mar keta sy mi ka qerru
Veq niher me t'pa sa shum t'kisha shtrengu

Se pa ty o bire s'bon drit dielli as hana
Ma i miri shokve ty luand t'ka pas nana
Me ty ke shpija plot po un vet mbeta tash
Krejt t'kan harru bir po un kurr nuk t'lash

Kerkova n'qdo der thash ku ashte dirta jeme
Tjert se kuptojne se s'jon ne likur teme
Nese nuk je gjall e di qe je ne vend te mire
Ty me prit n'ahiret se t'vjen nana o bir

"Jam lodhe mo skam lon der pa trokit
Oshte e pa mundur veq fjalve te huja
Qa mi kan than prej mediave kurgjo tjeter
Asni fjal asnje pun asni sen gjithmon nana o tut prit
Edhe zogjte kur kendojne ne oborre
Neve fjala na buron ne gjak hala si dim edhe 1.700
Tjeter ka ku i kemi djem vajza te pa fajshem
Te cilet varreza naper ashkas sishin ngop qe na kan vra
Na kan masakru eh me ka kalu naper trupa te fmive ton"

My Mother's Heart

Oh, my dear, you come back to me different
I thought you were a young boy, just like my grandmother used to see you
A mother's pain for you, my son, is never forgotten
How many years have passed, and I don't know where you've ended up

How many years have passed, and I've been waiting by this door
My tears won't stop, not in winter, not in summer
The season, the week, the day, they all remain the same
I never tired, my son, I waited for you until this very hour

I had you like the dirt in my eyes
You called me "Serbian," a word that burned me my whole life
My tears dried up without seeing my child
I never even knew where his grave was

I hope you are alive, my son, I see you in my dreams every night
Come closer, my sweet, my mother's love, come closer to me
Oh, how I longed to be near you
I only want to see you once, I don't want to say anything else

"My heart aches, I ask myself why did we die, why did we fight
Why did we come, why were we burned, for what reason
To come here, to become equal to us?
Oh, we are left with only tears on our faces, and we are left to weep
They say, give us the bones"

I had only you, and I'm left alone, a miserable woman
One hope is kindled within me every time the door creaks
I wish you well, may you become the village elder
Your mother awaits you, my son, until my last breath

I never dared to wish for more than God gave me in life
I was happy to be able to find even your bones
My longing has consumed me, it has blinded my eyes
I would have hugged you so tightly if I had only seen you once

Without you, my son, neither the sun nor the moon shines
My best friend, you took my mother's love
My house is full with you, but I am alone now
Everyone has forgotten you, my son, but I will never leave you

I knocked on every door, asking where my beloved is
They don't understand, he's not in their world
If you're not alive, I know you're in a good place
You wait for me in heaven, for your mother will come, my son

"I am tired, I haven't left a door unturned
It's impossible, just foreign words
They've told me from the media, nothing else
No words, no work, nothing at all, always mother waits for you
Even the birds sing in the yard
The word flows in our blood, as if we knew 1,700
There are others, we have innocent boys and girls
Whose graves were not enough to hold all those who slaughtered us
They massacred us, and they walked through our children's bodies"