Strong is that sun shining
and the source of songs accompanies them in the valleys
strong is this sun warming
and the valiants brings to my mind,
caresses them
From this sun of my time
shine centuries at dawns
and the gun of the Albanian, fire, fires
O there is no like you, O my Albania,
O noble on the stone.
It flows in songs and tales,
high forehead with flag!
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Strong is that darkness falling
and the lute the sounds brings away,
conduces them
Strong is that darkness falling
Partisans brings my mind brings,
it's bringing them.
From this voice of my land
speak the centuries with thunders,
also the shots of the Albanian flows
generation after generation.
O there is no like you, O my Albania,
O noble on the stone.
It flows in songs and tales,
high forehead with a flag!