Ti je kaq i vogel
You are too young
Bir o bir i nenes
Dear son of mine
Si do shkosh ne male
How would you go up the mountains
Me partizane.
To the partisans.
Jashte po fryn murlani
Outside, the blizzard is blowing
Rruga eshte e gjate
The road is long
Gjyshja lot do te derdhe
Grandmother will shed tears
Kur te kujtoj.
When will think of you.
O nene e dashur, eh sa shoke si une
Dear mother, many friends like me
Shkuan ne mal dhe prinderit vet i lane
Went to the mountains and parents themselves agreed
Po thuam valle mos jane ata me trima se une
But tell me, are they really braver than me
E nenat s’menduan per ta.
And mothers didn't care about them.
Harrove ti lodrat e tua
You did not think of games any more
Atdheu te dha nje pushke ne krah
The fatherland gave you a rifle on arm
Edhe te nisi bashke me shoket
And had you parted together with friends
O trimi yne, o i vogli partizan.
Our braveheart, little young partisan.
Qeshte komisari
The commissar laughed
Qeshte komandanti
The commander laughed
Eh sa here me thoshin
How many times they said
Bombat jane te renda
The grenades are heavy
Eshte i rende gjerdani
Heavy is the bullet belt.
Pushka eshte e gjate
The rifle is long,
Ti s’e mban dot
You can not hold it
Ne shtigje malesh nuk kane fund marshimet
On mountain trails the marches are endless
E rende vertet eshte pushka partizane
True, it’s heavy the partisan rifle
Ajo s’degjoi prej meje kurre ankime
It never heard me complain though
Por shkrepi gjithmone ne lufte per liri.
But always fired in the fight for freedom.
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