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TINGUJ KITARE

Lotet po lagin kitaren time,

Ndersa zeri i malluar trishton kete melodi.

Atehere kur lulet te celin ne kujtime,

Ne kopeshtin e shkolles do takohemi perseri.

Atje ku ne banka ne skalitem zemrat,

Ku ju falem buzeqeshje diteve me shi.

E nese nga rregjistri do te fshihen emrat,

Kurre nga zemra ime s’do fshihet kjo shoqeri.

Do jete kujtimi me i bukur kjo mature,

Neper bote do  kerkojme ne thesare,

Por jo, nuk do i gjejme dot kurre,

Vec se ne keto lote e tinguj kitare!

Tinguj qe shoqerojne te fundit perqafim,

Shnderrojne lotet e ndarjes ne kristale,

Me ngjajne me zilen kur binte ne mesim,

Dhe me shiun kur trokiste mbi petale.

Lotet qe tani thahen mbi kitare,

Me kujtojne si lind nje miqesi,

Me kthejne nostalgjine e viteve me pare,

Tek vatra jone e ngrohte Shqiperi!

First love 

Pain sinking in your tears,

Passion hiding in your fears,

When your eyes reflect the light

That shines your dreams over the night.

You opened your heart and love came in

First time in your life, when you turned fifteen.

But, why are your eyes bringing some rain?

Is your first love causing you pain?

Looking at his eyes, you found the emotion

That caught your heart, lost in their ocean.

And now that the silence lights the fire,

Temptation flourishes the burning desire.

A missing kiss in the painful goodbye,

Kills your heart where the feelings cry.

After the rainbow, the storm has begun,

And the black clouds have covered the sun.

Inside your soul, hate begins to grow,

While love is freezing in the snow.

Dust of memories comes from the past,

But time removes the dust and goes fast!

Time will bring you a new surprise,

The storm will finish and the sun will rise,

You will smile and greet the quiet sky,

Where your first love will never die!