Текст и перевод песни Pirro Cako - Për Një Kafe Në Tiranë

Për Një Kafe Në Tiranë

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 lost my patience being a traveller
In vast stations of inter-urban buses
From soggy tickets of saucy planes
And soulless

I'd trade it all to have coffee with you
In vibrant cafes, of a Tiranian evening
I'd give it up all, for a rendezvous on the promenade
With you by my side

Everywhere, dishonest news broadcasts
Lottery ads and sales in stores
While I only dreamt of
Meeting you on opposing streets
And drawing your name on foggy windows

In moments of pain, the radio spoke of folk healers
Yet no medicine nor any doctor cured me
I once thought of healing on a carved bench by the lake,
Embracing you

Everywhere, dishonest news broadcasts
Politics had poisoned the seas
And every sip in local bars
While I'd blaze past it all
For the chance that we'd be side by side
In a bus rumbling through the streets of Tirana
Everywhere dishonest news, lottery ads
And sales in stores,
While I only dreamt of
Meeting you on opposing streets,
And your name
On foggy windows, I sketched, I sketched

I lost my patience being a traveler
In vast stations of inter-urban buses
I'd trade it all,
To be with you, side by side
In an old bus, rumbling through the streets of Tirana