Higher than nightingales song
Albanian language resounds to me
More than bluebells scent ever can,
it comforts my heart restlessly.
Among other lands and nations
where I spend my days now,
only for you my aching heart beats
and tears of nostalgia fall
These other languages I hear
have deep roots in beauty
and still this as immaculate sun
for me superates them all
Gehg and tosk, high and lowlands
are same nation no one can divide
from north to south Albania is one
and one language unite us all
