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1 57| beloved mother, are we to abandon her~ 2 66| faith of the Albanian is Albanianism!~ 3 27| Albanians, you are killing your brothers,~ 4 29| believe in God,' others 'I in Allah,'~ 5 | among 6 38| Forgetting the oaths of your ancestors,~ 7 2 | shoved your head in the ashes?~ 8 63| Awaken, Albania, wake from your 9 35| foreigner comes, you sit back at the hearth~ 10 16| The whole of the Balkans trembled before him,~ 11 67| From Bar down to Preveza~ 12 | be 13 | become 14 | been 15 | behind 16 29| Some say 'I believe in God,' others 'I in Allah,'~ 17 57| This beloved mother, are we to abandon 18 10| You were the best of companions.~ 19 42| Albanian has been snared like a bird in a trap!~ 20 11| At the rifle's blast, at lightning's flash~ 21 23| snow-covered mountains, like blooming fields~ 22 45| Neither bread nor meat remain,~ 23 72| And not bring shame upon ourselves before 24 4 | The men of the world called you mother.~ 25 17| Everywhere he charged into savage battle,~ 26 65| And not look to church or mosque,~ 27 24| You were clothed, today you are in rags.~ 28 51| Come, let us lament poor Albania,~ 29 35| When the foreigner comes, you sit back at the hearth~ 30 64| all, as brothers, swear a common oath~ 31 10| You were the best of companions.~ 32 33| priests and the hodjas have deceived you~ 33 48| For she has fallen and is defiled!~ 34 26| You yourself have destroyed them in your own misfortune.~ 35 13| battle, and in battle he died~ 36 44| fallen with her face in the dirt.~ 37 34| To divide you and keep you poor.~ 38 28| hundred factions you are divided,~ 39 | down 40 60| All dread such misfortune!~ 41 50| Who with your fair eyes know what weeping is,~ 42 28| Into a hundred factions you are divided,~ 43 66| The faith of the Albanian is Albanianism!~ 44 19| Albania, tell me, how are you faring now?~ 45 20| Like an oak tree, felled to the ground!~ 46 46| Neither fire in the hearth, nor light, 47 11| s blast, at lightning's flash~ 48 8 | With flashing weapons, with Italian rifles,~ 49 35| When the foreigner comes, you sit back at the 50 38| Forgetting the oaths of your ancestors,~ 51 61| Before Albania is thus forlorn~ 52 47| the face, nor honour among friends,~ 53 5 | Once you had such goodness and such wealth,~ 54 3 | Once you were a great lady,~ 55 31| Some 'I am Greek,' others 'I am Slav,'~ 56 20| oak tree, felled to the ground!~ 57 62| heroes perish with rifle in hand.~ 58 32| brothers, all of you, my hapless people!~ 59 2 | Who has shoved your head in the ashes?~ 60 55| Who has the heart to let her die,~ 61 7 | Herds and land, fields and produce,~ 62 9 | With heroic men, with pure women,~ 63 56| Once such a heroine, and today so weak?~ 64 33| The priests and the hodjas have deceived you~ 65 28| Into a hundred factions you are divided,~ 66 53| a widow, a woman with no husband,~ 67 8 | With flashing weapons, with Italian rifles,~ 68 | its 69 34| To divide you and keep you poor.~ 70 27| Albanians, you are killing your brothers,~ 71 22| And no one has a kind word for you.~ 72 50| Who with your fair eyes know what weeping is,~ 73 3 | Once you were a great lady,~ 74 51| Come, let us lament poor Albania,~ 75 40| Who have neither your language nor your blood!~ 76 30| I am Turk,' others 'I am Latin,'~ 77 14| Leaving never a misdeed behind him.~ 78 69| This is our land, left to us by our forefathers,~ 79 46| fire in the hearth, nor light, nor pine torch,~ 80 11| At the rifle's blast, at lightning's flash~ 81 37| And for how little money you are willing to 82 65| And not look to church or mosque,~ 83 39| Making yourselves serfs to the 84 12| The Albanian was always master~ 85 | me 86 45| Neither bread nor meat remain,~ 87 14| Leaving never a misdeed behind him.~ 88 37| And for how little money you are willing to serve 89 65| And not look to church or mosque,~ 90 23| Like the snow-covered mountains, like blooming fields~ 91 | my 92 | now 93 20| Like an oak tree, felled to the ground!~ 94 | or 95 | ourselves 96 | over 97 | own 98 32| all of you, my hapless people!~ 99 62| Let all our heroes perish with rifle in hand.~ 100 46| the hearth, nor light, nor pine torch,~ 101 67| From Bar down to Preveza~ 102 33| The priests and the hodjas have deceived 103 7 | Herds and land, fields and produce,~ 104 9 | With heroic men, with pure women,~ 105 36| As he puts you to shame with your wife 106 24| clothed, today you are in rags.~ 107 68| sun spend its warmth and rays,~ 108 18| And always did he return a victor.~ 109 17| Everywhere he charged into savage battle,~ 110 39| Making yourselves serfs to the foreigners~ 111 37| money you are willing to serve him,~ 112 2 | Who has shoved your head in the ashes?~ 113 36| with your wife and your sister,~ 114 35| the foreigner comes, you sit back at the hearth~ 115 31| am Greek,' others 'I am Slav,'~ 116 63| Albania, wake from your slumber,~ 117 42| The Albanian has been snared like a bird in a trap!~ 118 23| Like the snow-covered mountains, like blooming 119 | so 120 54| mother who has never had a son!~ 121 68| Everywhere let the sun spend its warmth and rays,~ 122 68| Everywhere let the sun spend its warmth and rays,~ 123 64| Let us all, as brothers, swear a common oath~ 124 41| Weep, oh swords and rifles,~ 125 15| Whenever an Albanian swore an oath~ 126 19| But today, Albania, tell me, how are you faring now?~ 127 | them 128 | thus 129 46| hearth, nor light, nor pine torch,~ 130 70| Let no one touch us for we are all to die!~ 131 58| To be trampled underfoot by the foreigners?~ 132 21| The world walks over you, tramples you underfoot,~ 133 42| snared like a bird in a trap!~ 134 20| Like an oak tree, felled to the ground!~ 135 16| The whole of the Balkans trembled before him,~ 136 30| Some say 'I am Turk,' others 'I am Latin,'~ 137 | upon 138 18| And always did he return a victor.~ 139 63| Awaken, Albania, wake from your slumber,~ 140 21| The world walks over you, tramples you underfoot,~ 141 68| Everywhere let the sun spend its warmth and rays,~ 142 | was 143 56| a heroine, and today so weak?~ 144 5 | had such goodness and such wealth,~ 145 8 | With flashing weapons, with Italian rifles,~ 146 50| your fair eyes know what weeping is,~ 147 | what 148 | When 149 | Whenever 150 | whole 151 53| She has become a widow, a woman with no husband,~ 152 36| puts you to shame with your wife and your sister,~ 153 37| how little money you are willing to serve him,~ 154 59| No, no! No one wishes such shame,~ 155 | without 156 53| She has become a widow, a woman with no husband,~ 157 22| And no one has a kind word for you.~ 158 | yourself 159 | yourselves 160 6 | With fair maidens and youthful men,~