Kuqfar gange bre

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Hey... the wind is blowing and the black clouds are blowing Generations and generations come from the mountain The door has been stepped on Hey, the mountains shake, but the towers don't In the tears of men, men are being measured Let's release the brother Not without changing the xulas Hey...the ship is leaving Stone and fire How brave is he? Own kangs o hoo The Albanians have entered through the cracks Oh firecrackers How do I come across that there are men here? They beat us with rifles o Through the tower o hoo Let's lay the ground o bullets and bullets bullets and bullets Hey, my friend left the guest house The young bridegroom caught the bajrak The young bride took off her veil Hey, old lady, vote Mor, I'm breaking the fork The mor cradle child is looking for the rifle The women in the stable are baking bread Hejj bini the braves of the Maidan Take off the jamadan sumls o hoo I load the dibran rifle O of the Dibrani Flaken breast Let's put out the ball We are the blood of castriot o hoo Let him grow in the tower of the barot Oh, in the fire of the gunpowder