1. SCANDERBEG

Riding riding
Highland knight
Riding riding
Into the land of highlands
The land of delight
Land of mountains high
Highland knight
Stolen child
Riding riding
Back to the motherland

Thundering sound of highland drums
Welcome back stolen child
Highland knight stolen child
Rose the flag of motherland
Songs of glee highland sing
For delight and liberty
We shall fight we shall live
We shall die to be free
We shall see the blue sky
We shall gain back delight
Thundering sound of highland drums
Gathering highland knights
Winds of brave calling them
Battle for the light of land
Riding down from mountains high
Highland sword red of blood
We shall fight we shall live
We shall die to be free
We shall see the blue sky
We shall gain back delight

Many many
Years of blood
Highland knights fighting
In the league of stolen child
Fighting fighting
With forces rarely
Fighting fighting
The empire of shadows
Fighting to save the stones of ancient walls
Fighting to sing loud ancient songs
Fighting for liberty liberty
Fighting the empire

Thundering sound of highland drums
Welcome back stolen child
Highland knight stolen child
Rose the flag of motherland
Songs of glee highland sing
For delight and liberty
We shall fight we shall live
We shall die to be free
We shall see the blue sky
We shall gain back delight
Thundering sound of highland drums
Gathering highland knights
Winds of brave calling them
Battle for the light of land
Riding down from mountains high
Highland sword red of blood
We shall fight we shall live
We shall die to be free
We shall see the blue sky
We shall gain back delight

After the death of highland knight the stolen child
In history writers wrote the legend died
Highland singing songs of death songs of grief
New poetries of bravery
Highland blood running river
Highland cries sea of tears
Highland future misery and dismay
Light of Europe remains
By the sword of Scanderbeg


2. SINCE I WAS BORN A GIRL

Since the birth of me
Darkness surrounded me
In the land of dead roses
In the land of broken mirrors
I was never free
Since the birth of me
There in the darkness
Of slavery

There in the darkness
Since the birth of me
Wondering of my eyes
Are they brown or blue or green
Since the birth of me
Wondering how it feels
To feel the sun
In my skin

I was never free
Since I was born a girl
In the land of demons
Slave I was born

There in the darkness
I dream of me
Looking in the mirror
Brushing my hair pretty
I dream of me
Walking by the sea
Listening to the waves
Of echoing sea
How wonderful it feels
In my hair the wind

I was never free
Since I was born a girl
In the land of demons
Slave I was born

There in the darkness
I dream of love
Of romance and roses
And candle lights
I dream of me
Walking by the sea
With a rose in my hand
In the land of gentlemen

I was never free
Since I was born a girl
In the land of demons
Slave I was born


3. SLAVERY THEY EMBRACE

Sad tunes on the hill
Darkness gane the mastery
Sow the seeds of misery
Chain the souls in captety
Shut the light of ability

Many centuries
Children born in slavery
Dreams of strange
Slavery they embrace

Darkness sword
On the throat
Of a child
For singing a song
Song that mom´
Used to sing
In the night
Before sleep

Sad tunes on the hill
Mother in misery singing
Child is screaming in her embrace
Mothers heart is bleeding
No milk in her breast

Many centuries
Children born in slavery
Dreams of strange
Slavery they embrace


4. BLASPHEMY

The mosques and churches float through our memories,
Prayers devoid of sense or taste echo from their walls.
Never has the heart of god yet been touched by them
But still beats on amidst the sounds of drums and bells.

Majestic mosques and churches throughout our wretched land,
Spires and minarets towering over lowly homes,
The voice of hodja and of priest in one degenerate chant,
Oh, ideal vision, a thousand years old!

Majestic mosques and churches throughout our wretched land
Still beats on amidst the sounds of drums and bells.
On their ancient citadels perch the carrion crows
Oh, so many beauteous angels at the gates of hell!

The mosques and churches float through memories of the pious,
The sounds of the bell mingle with the muezzin's call,
Sanctity shines from cowls and the beards of hodjas.
Oh, so many beauteous angels at the gates of hell!

On their ancient citadels perch the carrion crows
Their wings drooping dejectedly - the symbols of lost hopes,
They croak despairingly about an age gone by
When their ancient citadels once gleamed with hallowed joy.

Majestic mosques and churches throughout our wretched land
Still beats on amidst the sounds of drums and bells.
On their ancient citadels perch the carrion crows
Oh, so many beauteous angels at the gates of hell!