hesht natyra n'fshatin tone,lule bliri kundermon,syte e njome c'po shikojnelarg n'oborrin tone.valle me shohin ara gruristine e bukur pranverorndjejne flladin qe ndrin murin,flladin nuseror
si gonxhe, e bardhe si bora perhere,si rreze dielli pranvere, u rritsh pa lot x2
te gezuare, embel si mjalt trendeline,ne fusha krah gjeraqine
degjoje kengen e nenes,qe te don fort
nature is quiet in our villagethe linden flower ?kundermon?what are these wet eyes seeingfar away on our yardmaybe they are seeing fields of wheatthe beautiful season of springthey are feeling the breezeflladin nuseror
like a bud, always white like the snowlike rays of the spring sun, i hope you grow up without any tears
they are happy, sweet like the trigonella (flower)ne fusha krah gjeraqine
listen to the song of your motherwho loves you very much