Mahmut Ferati "Motra e Ushtarit" Soldier's Sister Music Lyrics Fatmir Muja Translation from albanian S.Bajrami Snow has covered woods and hills Looks like big albanian "plis " Northern wind that's blowing cold Has frozzen everything but soldiers blood Everything is coverd in snowfall Except for his gun and Riffle Young soldier knew it long before For albanian lands he fights the war In the middle of the night to his ear comes the strangest sound Through the storms and buttles noize In distance he hears childish voice "For one" he thinks "is better that dies than to hear child that cries" It is better to be buried alive Than helpless to hear crying child The ancient forest's trees are crying Battle s raging bullets flying worried, he leaves his Zones and boys Trying to trace that crying voice With heavy footsteps on frozzen land With the riffle in his hand He cried as he ' closer to sister of his: "I hope is not what I think it is" "Oh my ,my kin my sister my dear For God's sake why are you here?" little sister would not respond heavily injured coverd In blood Earlier that day She hit the road The snows red now coverd with her blood She made it to the firing line Just to see her brother One last time
Mahmut ferati ka hy ne ginis
të lumt goja po mir po knon..
Mahmut Ferati
"Motra e Ushtarit"
Soldier's Sister
Music Lyrics Fatmir Muja
Translation from albanian
S.Bajrami
Snow has covered woods and hills
Looks like big albanian "plis "
Northern wind that's blowing cold
Has frozzen everything but soldiers blood
Everything is coverd in snowfall
Except for his gun and Riffle
Young soldier knew it long before
For albanian lands he fights the war
In the middle of the night to his ear comes the strangest sound
Through the storms and buttles noize
In distance he hears childish voice
"For one" he thinks "is better that dies
than to hear child that cries"
It is better to be buried alive
Than helpless to hear crying child
The ancient forest's trees are crying
Battle s raging bullets flying
worried, he leaves his
Zones and boys
Trying to trace that crying voice
With heavy footsteps on frozzen land
With the riffle in his hand
He cried as he ' closer to sister of his:
"I hope is not what I think it is"
"Oh my ,my kin my sister my dear
For God's sake why are you here?"
little sister would not respond
heavily injured coverd In blood
Earlier that day She hit the road
The snows red now coverd with her blood
She made it to the firing line
Just to see her brother
One last time
❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ Rrespekt Profesor i Nderuar Ikon E Muzikes Paster Burimore Legenda e Xhall Prof Mahmut Ferati
te lumt goja shum mir kendon te lumt
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