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Folk music (Chameria)


Song of Çelo Mezani
The sun arose in Malavire,
Çelo came out in Harile,
Çelo came out in Harile,
Out to offer his condolence,
Out to offer his condolence,
Near the well of Sulejmani
They awaited Çelo Mezani.
When the rifle rang the first time,
Çelo turned and looked around him,
Çelo turned and looked around him.
When the rifle rang the second time,
Çelo folded, closed his eyelids,
Çelo folded, closed his eyelids.
When the rifle rang the third time,
Çelo then was truly slaughtered,
Çelo then was truly slaughtered.
Off they went to tell his mother
That her son had now been slaughtered,
That her son had now been slaughtered.
“Do not utter these words to me,
For my Çelo is still living,
For my Çelo is still living.”
 
Folk music (Chameria)

What was it Janina’s eyes saw?
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
On a Friday did it happen,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
At the five wells in the canyon,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
Zenel Çelo and another,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
Zenel with that Velça fellow,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
And the hero Jaçe Mavro,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
How he rose in daring venture,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
Cleaved the enemy’s battalions,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
And did slaughter the young pasha,
Ja-a, Janinë-o!
 
Folk music (Chameria)

From the poetry of Bilal Xhaferri

Cham Ballad

In the distance fades a rainbow
Over the tips of the pyres,
A tearful word of farewell
In the pouring rain.
In the distance fades Chameria, our homeland in flames
And all of the roads take us northwards.
Over ancient Epirotic lands moans a Mediterranean wind,
Over the precious fields of our ancestors,
Lightning now feeds on the abandoned pastures,
Olive groves, unharvested, groan like the waves beating against the coast,
And on all sides, Cham land,
Enveloped in clouds,
Gasps and drowns in blood and tears,
Forsaken
And forlorn.
The bullets slicing through the darkness show us the way,
Flames that have devoured the soil, light up our path,
Behind us the storm lashes at the creaking doors of one-time homes.
And the road stretches northwards, northwards forever.
A folk now in exile, we wander in the downpour,
Farewell Chameria!
 
Folk music (Kosovo)


The Sheperdess


I was grown up among these mountains
together with lambs and sheep
with nightingales among the grove
after the bells, play and joy
like my eagle

o flower of grass wind-o nanina
o come my friends let's play-o nanina
o the field is dressing up with laughter-o nanina
the mountain is shaking, what happened??
the shepherds play with joy

to many bells sounds
high in the sky, the mountain of snow
on the mountains love comes more goods
today a flared shank.
 

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