Nate vone, ne muze shfletoj une nje ditar
Late at night, in the museum I browse a diary
Heroi shkruan kujtimet e rinise
The hero writes the memories of youth
Me pene darkoi i kuqi komisar
The red commissar wrote with his pen that night
Te ardhmen e vet ne shkrepa te malsise.
About the future in the cliffs of the highlands.
Atje ne Lekaj presin çamarroke
There in Lekaj* the kids merrily wait for him
Nendori flake e don serish ne malsi
Blazing November calls for him back to the highlands
Edhe njehere me u taku me shoke
He just wants to meet comrades once more
Te tjere shoke presin ne ushtri
Other comrades are waiting in the army
Ne stuhi, tufan, ai ngjitet lart, vrapon
In the storm, tempest, he climbs up and runs
Zeri i Partise bucet ne kraharor
The voice of the Party thunders in the chest
Ja shkolle e shtrenjte, Ismeti* ne fshat po shkon
There’s the dear school, Ismet comes to the village
T’i mesoje malesoret ne kete Nendor.
To teach highlanders this November.
Zgalem qe nuk perkulet nga stuhia
A petrel that's not backed by the storm
Marshon me hap krenar e zemra flakesh ndez
He marches with proud step and ignites the hearts ablaze
Zgalem qe nuk perkulet nga stuhia
A petrel that's not backed by the storm
I kuqi komisar pishtar me floke te zeze
The red commissar his hair black, a torch
Guxim e shprese
Of courage and hope
Ra, dhe ngrihen lapidare
He fell, and lapidaries erect
Bir i nenes kosovare sokoleshe.
The son of a Kosova mother, falcon-woman.
Marshon heroi
The hero marches on
Marshon krenar
Proudly he marches on