Текст и перевод песни Rifat Berisha - Z'O Ku T'Kam Moj Çifteli

Z'O Ku T'Kam Moj Çifteli

Za ku t'kam moj çifteli
Desha i her te flas me ty,
Du me fol se me knu s'muj
Jo as gishtat o s'mun po i luj
Me knu smuj
Me vajtu s'di
Por po i flas dy fjal me ty
O per ty Kosov Etnike
E per ty Drenic,
Oj Drenic kreshnike.
Nashta telat o tu kan ndryshk
Se shum lule o na u kan vyshk,
Kangen ton moj qifteli
Gjaku e loti e kan ly,
S'na shkon zani as mu as ty
O se zemrat na u kan thy,
Po s'mun rri pa i thon dy fjal
Per Drenicen po po si po bon ball.
Prap n'Drenic kan ra komitat,
Por djelmija i kan nxan pritat,
Se duron ky ven kapicen
Jem plis bardhe nuk e lshojm Drenicen,
Nuk largohem nga kto votra
Me buke misri jemi rrit ne sofra
Se ne ket ven na ka lind i pari
Kur nuk kishte shka, shka as kam barbari.
As me pushk e as me topa
Le ta merr vesh e gjith bota,
Se Prekazi s'luan o kurr
Gjaku yn nuk shterron kurr,
Ka marr gjamen Qyqavica
Tan me shkije u rrethue Drenica
Qou o shka hiqe ushtrin
Se i mledh eshtnat po,
Po sikur n'Vranin e.
Pash at gjak qe mori val,
Qifteli ma thuj ni fjal
Nat Prekaz a pat noj djal,
Turrin hasmit o me ja nal,
Pasha kangen Kosovare
Qe i vlon zemrat si me zjarre,
Pash at gjak e pash at lot,
Ka Prekazi po po more trima plot.
Ka Prekazi e ka Drenica
Trima si Azem Galica
E nuk vdes zemra e shqiptarit
S'nalet pushk e Adem Jasharit,
Pushka e tij me u nal nuk ka
Der pa ik maj mrami shka
E me u vesh shkinat met zi
Le ti kjajn o more varret ne serbi .

For Whom Should I Play My Çifteli?

For whom should I play my çifteli,
I wanted to speak to you every time,
I must speak, for I cannot cry,
Neither my fingers nor my heart are playing,
I can't cry
I don't know how to lament
But I will speak two words to you,
Oh, for you, Kosovo Ethnic
And for you, Drenica,
Oh Drenica, the valiant one.
Perhaps the strings are worn,
For many flowers have withered,
Our song, my çifteli,
Blood and tears have stained it,
Our voice doesn't reach you, nor me,
Or maybe our hearts have broken,
But I cannot refrain from saying two words
About Drenica, how it is holding up.
Again in Drenica, the committees have fallen,
But the youths have taken up the battle,
Because this land endures the trials,
We are white sheep, we will not abandon Drenica,
I will not leave these hearths,
We were raised at the table with cornbread,
Because here, in this place, we were born first,
When there was no barbarity or reason.
Neither with rifles nor with cannons
Let the whole world hear it,
Prekaz will never surrender,
Our blood will never dry up,
Qyqavica has been surrounded,
Drenica has been encircled with a net,
Come on, you, who are calling the army,
Because you are collecting bones, you are,
Like in Vranin.
I saw that blood that took the waves,
Çifteli, tell me one thing,
Was there a boy in Prekaz,
To stand against the enemy,
By the Kosovo song
Which boils the hearts like fire,
I saw that blood, I saw those tears,
Prekaz has plenty of heroes, yes, yes.
Prekaz has Drenica,
Heroes like Azem Galica,
And the Albanian heart does not die,
The rifle of Adem Jashari does not stop,
His rifle has no intention to stop,
Until the marble stone of reason is gone,
And the nets become black,
Let the Serbs cry over their graves.