2021.03.02.
The hearth and home of all Albania
We took our son holding hands and we’re walkingTo you, house of the Party
With respect and affection we come
Like sons and students
To this beloved house for all
We come
To he hearth and home of all Albania.
- Chorus 2x
Under the light of this lamp
Comrade Enver with friends
Enlightened our way to freedom
Through tempest and storm.
You will grow up son and go
Wherever Albania asks for
The dearest hearth and home will be
The house where the Party was born.
- Repeat
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