If I die young...
(Në vdeksha i ri...)

Like the linden tree, words spread their fragrance through the twilight,
Deep in the words I have spoken,
As in the depths of the Ionian,
I see my face.

I feel no pity for myself,
I do not lament my fate.

And if I die young,
Do not close my eyes...
I wish no candles... just let me watch
The stars come out in the heavens above me.

If I die young.