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Syri yt gjithe drite

I.
Drite e mengjesit te zgjon moj bije
Ti syte e bukur cel dhe me buzeqesh
E lumtur-o
E mami hop ne krahe te merr, moj bije
Syri i yt gjithe drite, qesh plot gjalleri
E mira moj
 
- Refreni
Dite per dite moj bije meson nga nje fjale
Me shoke bashke ne kopshtin e ri
Lule jeni gjithe drite, femije
Si nje tufe me lule qe nga vesa ndrin
Ne kopshtin tuaj jeni femije
Jetes i shtoni gezim
 
Une rrugen vazhdoj e qete per ne uzine
Pas sec me ndjekin zerat e vogelusheve
Si zogj te bardhe.
 
II.
Dhe prape, kur vime tek ty moj bije
Syri i yt qesh plot me gjalleri,
e lumtur-o
E mami hop ne krahe te merr, moj bije
Syri i yt gjithe drite, qesh plot gjalleri
E mira moj
 
Refreni
Dite per dite moj bije meson nga nje fjale
Me shoke bashke ne kopshtin e ri
Lule jeni gjithe drite, femije.
Si nje tufe me lule qe nga vesa ndrin
Ne kopshtin tuaj jeni femije
Jetes i shtoni gezim.
 
III.
Dhe prape ne kur vime tek ty moj bije
Me syte e bukur qesh o moj e mire,
E lumtur-o
 
الترجمة

Your smiling eyes

I.
Morning light wakes you up, my daughter
You open the beautiful eyes, and happily
Smile at me
Mom takes you in the arms, my daughter
Your eye, like the daylight, smiles
My dear
 
- Refrain
Day by day, my daughter, you learn a new word
With friends, in the kindergarten
Bright flowers you are, children.
A bouquet of flowers under the shining dew
In the kindergarten you are, children
You boost the joy to life.
 
At peace I continue the way to the factory
The voices of the little ones just follow me
Like white birds.
 
II.
And again, as we come back to you, my daughter1
The eye of yours smiles,
You’re happy.
Mom takes you in the arms, my daughter
Your eye, like the daylight, smiles
My dear
 
- Refrain
Day by day my daughter, you learn a new word
With friends, in the kindergarten
Bright flowers you are, children
A bouquet of flowers under the shining dew
In the kindergarten you are, children
You boost the joy to life.
 
III.
And again, as we come back to you, my daughter
Your beautiful eyes laugh oh my dear,
You’re happy.
 
  • 1. mother picks up daughter from kindergarten after work shift is over
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