A night of sleepless nights

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Poezi Ali Podrimja

Wake up Kosovo! Wake up my dear mother,
my forehead and my name violated,
wake up, oj! Are you feeling my oil?

Do you see how I stared at you
right in the heart, right in the soul,
how I put my hands around my waist
hug me, is it yours?

Wake up, Kosovo!
Of my broken branches who is being beaten,
who is leaving this hearth?

What are these traces of blood being added
across your face,
these tombs and muranas that are circling
around my house?…

Wake up, Kosovo! Wake up, my dear mother,
my forehead and my name violated,
Wake up, Kosovo!…

Tonight I was left alone
at the courtyard door no one is knocking on my door,
no one anymore, as if dead I am forgotten
In these lands blood suka.

You say my share is written
closed the door of the guest house… ..

Wake up, Kosovo, the early flame of my bone
cracked.
Let the world in you rot !.