Текст и перевод песни Pirro Cako - Per Nje Kafe Ne Tirane

Per Nje Kafe Ne Tirane

E humba une durimin se qeni nje udhetar
Ne stacionet e largeta te autobuseve inter-urbane
Nga biletat e lemuara te avioneve te hirte
E te pa shpirt

Te gjitha do ti nderroja per te pire me ty nje kafe
Ne kafenete plot zhurme, te nje mbremjeje tiranase,
Te gjitha do ti lija, per nje capitje ne shetitore,
Me ty per dore

Kudo vec emisione lajmesh genjeshtare
Reklama llotarish e ulje cmimesh ne dyqane,
Ndersa une vetem enderroja
Ne rrugicat e perbaltura, ty te takoja
Dhe emrin tend ne xhamat e mjegulluara te vizitoja

Kunda dhimbjes radiot flisnin per mjeke popullore,
Por mua sme beri derman asnje ilac, as nje doktor
Sherimin e mendoja ne nje stol te kalbur buze liqenit
Te tperqafoja

Kudo vec emisione lajmesh genjeshtare
Politika kishte helmuar pellgjet
Dhe cdo gote neper lokale
Ndersa une do ti flakja tej te gjitha
Per mundesine qe ne te rrinim prane e prane
Ne nje autobus qe gulcon rrugeve ne Tirane
Kudo lajme genjeshtare, reklama llotarish
E ulje cmimesh ne dyqane,
Ndersa une vetem enderroja
Ne rrugacat e perbaltura, ty te takoja,
Dhe emrin tend
Ne xhamat e mjegulluara te vizatoja, te vizatoja

E humba durimin se qeni nje udhetar
Ne stacionet e largeta te autobuseve inter-urbane
Te gjitha do ti nderroja,
Qe dhe njehere te rrinim prane e prane,
Ne nje autobus te vjeter, rrugeve ne Tirane

For a Coffee in Tirana

I have lost the patience of a weary traveler
In the vast stations of intercity buses
From the crumpled tickets of tired and
soulless airplanes

I would change them all just to have a coffee with you
In the bustling cafes, of a Tirana evening,
I would leave everything, for a walk in the boulevard,
With you by my side

Everywhere, there are only deceptive news broadcasts
Lottery ads and price cuts in stores,
While I was just dreaming
To meet you in the opposite streets
And sketch your name on the foggy windows of the visitors

In the days of my pain, the radios would talk about folk healers,
But no medicine, no doctor could give me any relief
I imagined my recovery on a bench by the lake
Hugging you

Everywhere, there are only deceptive news broadcasts,
Politics had poisoned the squares
And every cup in every bar
While I would give it all up
For the chance that we could be together
On a bus riding the streets of Tirana
Deceptive news everywhere, lottery ads
And price cuts in stores,
While I was just dreaming
To meet you in the opposite streets,
And your name
On the foggy windows to draw, to draw

I have lost the patience of a weary traveler
In the vast stations of intercity buses
I would change it all,
Just to be together one more time,
On an old bus, in the streets of Tirana