Drita e Kongresit te 8te zemrat na i mbush plot gezim.
The light of the 8th Congress fills our hearts with joy.
Drite e syrit eshte Partia, lumja ti moj Shqiperi.
The apple of the eye is the Party, my blessed Albania.
Lartojme ne tetë tribuna, u rritem ne furtuna
We rose to eight tribunes, growing through tempests
Atdheu yne çan krenar.
Our fatherland proceeds ahead proudly.
Lartojme ne tetë tribuna, u rritem ne furtuna
We rose to eight tribunes, growing through tempests
Partia jone prin ne balle.
Our Party is leading the way.
Kur Kongrese ben Partia dhe flet Enveri
When the Party holds Congresses and Enver speaks
Behemi me krah o shoke, marrim force e jete
We get wings to fly, comrades, we gain strength and life
Si flamur shpaloset kenga per fitoret tona
Like a banner unfurls the song about our victories.
Prin Parti trimeresha jone neper beteja.
Our brave Party leads through the battles.
Drita e Kongresit te 8te jetes ia rrit bukurine
The light of the 8th Congress adds the beauty of life
Ne cdo dite me duart tona ty atdhe ta shtojme begatine
Every day with our hands we add prosperity to fatherland
Lartojme ne tetë tribuna, u rritem ne furtuna
We rose to eight tribunes, growing through tempests
Atdheu yne çan krenar
Our fatherland proudly proceeds ahead.
Lartojme ne tetë tribuna, u rritem ne furtuna
We rose to eight tribunes, growing through tempests
Partia jone prin ne balle
Our Party is leading the way.