Kur kenge trimerie
When bravery songs
Kendonte luftetari
The warrior sang
Zerin e tokes meme ndjente prane
The calling of the motherland felt close.
E mori ate kenge
That song got borrowed
Ne male partizani
By partisans in the mountains
Kenge te reja erdhen pas saj.
New songs were born after it.
Mblidhuni gjithe ketu, na ftonte kenga
Gather all here, the song was inviting
Nena dhe motra, djem dhe baballare
Mothers and sister, sons and fathers
Kjo kenge e trimerise ish zeri i Shqiperise
This song of bravery was the call of Albania
Qe si kushtrim na ftonte ne bijte e saj
Like a cry that invited us, her children
Nen flaken e dyfekut liria del gjithmone
From the fire of the weapon, the freedom is always born
Ta mbronim ne me vete jeten tone.
We need defend it with our own lives.
Ja rruget marrin kenget
There the songs take their ways
Dhe vijne ne kohen tone
And they arrive into our time
Brezat e Shqiperise kuvendojne
The generations of Albania discuss together.
Dhe qe nga djepi I foshnjes
And from the cradle of the baby
Tek ylli I trimerise
To the bravest hero
Jane thirrje e jetes, hymni I lirise.
They are the call of life, the anthem of freedom.
Ta mbronim ne me vete jeten tone.
We need defend it with our own lives.
Lirine, token, nderin o si gjithmone
The freedom, the land, the honor, all the times
Ta mbronim ne me vete jeten tone.
We need defend it with our own lives.