2019.04.08.
Jakup Ferri
What's that red and white horseBringing news from the battle
Going straight through the highland
On his own without the warrior
Like a horse from old legends
He is quickly coming to the house
Not even the valleys of Valbona
Can wash away it's stream of blood
'Jakup Ferri, where are you'
Call the mountains yelling
I've cut thirty heads
I'm standing on my feet with seven wounds
The horse stops in the path of the yard
Foam from mouth, neighing
The brave man was left on the glorious field
His blood dries on the ground
Leans like a cliff on the mountain
The river flows with streams of blood
His eyes lay on his motherland
Jakup Ferri with a flag
'Jakup Ferri where are you'
Call the mountains yelling
I've cut thirty heads
I'm standing on my feet with seven wounds