Ngrihe mes malesh, si kala e lashte
Erected amidst mountains, like an ancient castle
Kasolle e thjeshe, kasolle me kashte
There’s a simple hut, a thatched hut.
1.Ato nete te gjata, ato nete lirie
1.Those long nights, those nights of freedom
Prite Enver Hoxhen, sa te kishte hije
You welcomed Enver Hoxha, how graceful you looked.
Me shoket e malit, sup me sup rrinin
Together mountain friends, standing shoulder to shoulder.
Jashte binte bore, bore e yje binin –o
It was snowing outside, it was falling snow and stars.
S’kishin gjume malet, s’kishte gjume enveri
The mountains had no sleep, Enver had no sleep,
Frynte ere e dimrit, si kenge maliheri
The winter wind blew, like a machine gun song.
Koha jone e re, koha jone e madhe
Our new time, our great time
Gjemonte mes reve, internacionale.
Till up the clouds was roaring, the International.
2.Dielli i lirise qe vinte nga malet
2.The sun of freedom, coming from mountains
Ndriste ne kasolle festat fishekzjarre
In the hut igniting firework celebrations.
Aty ishe Gjergji1, aty ish Teuta2
There it was Gjergji1, there it was Teuta2
Kuvendonin bashke, shpata edhe pushka-o
Together assembled talking, the sword3 and the rifle4 5.