Translation of the song Mori çik' që del tuj krôjte artist Islam Hasi

Eeee…

Eeee…

Ooo môri çik’, ooj,

Oooh girl, ooi,

Që del^ tuj^ krôjt^,

Who goes out to the springs,

Dertin^ tôn, ooh,

Your sadness, ooh,

Ta kâjshin^ zôjt^!

The birds lament for you!

Oooh ty ta kâjshin^

Oooh for you they lament it,

Zôjt e mâlit,

The mountain birds,

A t'ka mârr, ooh,

Has [it] taken you, ooh,

Môlli ja^rânit?

The desire of love?

Ooh mů (m') ka mâirr',

Oooh [the desire] has taken me,

E s' po kôm^ çka (me) e bôje,

And I have nothing to do,

Ma^ kan^ çu, oooh,

They have taken him1 away, oooh,

Çoban^ me gjâe.

[As] a shepherd with livestock.

Ooh, ma kan çu^,

Oooh, they have taken him1 away,

Poj, çoba^n me shtjerra,

Yeah, oi, [as] a shepherd with the lamb,

Oh, i pret ujki

Ooh, the wolf waits for him

Bash tu dera.

Right by the door.

Ooh i pret ujki^

Ooh, the wolf waits for him

Bash tuj dera,

Just by the door,

S'kâ çka (me) e ban mô

She has nothing do to any longer,

(E) shkreta syzeza.

[This] desolate dark-eyed [girl].

Eeee…

Eeee…

Oj syzez', oh,

Oi dark-eyed, oh,

Bardhohkja e bârdhe,

Whitish white [girl],

(N') cilên^ bjêshk, oh,

(To) what mountain pasture, oh,

Po dôn mê dâle.

Do you want to go?

Oh, (n') cilên^ bjêshkê

Oh, (to) what mountain pasture

Po dônj mê dâlj' ne?

Do you want us to go?

Ra^sh' ka^dôl',

I passed slowly,

Djâlj', nekofsh, ôj, bârdhe!

Boy, may you take pity, oi, on whitey!

Oh, n' râsh' kadôile

Oh, if I passed slowly

Ka vâjn' shu^mica,

Where the majority go,

Bohen^ grâ^te

The women become

Edhe si n^xan i kmisha,

[Such that] shirts don't fit them,2

Oh, bohen çikât

Oh, the girls become

Si lubenica

Like watermelons.

Oh, bohen çikâ^t

Oh, the girls become

Si lu^benica,

Like watermelons,

Â^ty prehet,

There it is served,

Oh, edhi (e) dhia,

Oh, the lamb and the goat,

Â^ty m^lidhên,

There they gather,

Oh, krejt shoq^nia

Oh, all friends.

Oh, âty mlidhen,

Oh, there they gather,

Eh, krejt shoq^nia,

Eh, all friends.

Per^ 'to^1 dit'^,

Through those days,

Oh, shtohet dash^nia

Oh, love grows.

Per^ peto2 dit'

Through those days

Edhe tulj3 nam^ shtue,

Even renown [is] growing,

E kurr', per, oh, jet' e dek', aj,4

And never, through, oh, like and dhëh [recte dek' death?], ay,3

S'kâm-ârr^ me t'hâ-ma-rrů bani5, eh!

Will-arr I for-ma-get you, my treasure4, eh!

[The last verse is still very doubtful. Note: the transcription tries to reflect the singer's pronunciation as best as I can. Keep that in mind before editing or pointing out a mistake.]

[In the last verse and in one of the relevant footuntes, -oh- -arr, and -ma- indicate random elongations of words in the original.]