Rama's speech at the Renaissance to Mit'hat bey and other collaborators

Isn't the time come, what do you say dear friends?

Why not celebrate Ballista and Partisan together?

Aren't we all sons born and raised by this earth?

Where did everyone go as a nation in the war?

More than us, tell me who could have done it?

We are no longer communists, but here we are, reborn again

Christ without religions was nailed to the feet and to the nail

The black Christ was sent after an hour and no one remembered him!

I tell you that the time has come, dear friends!

Let's review the history and this should be done as soon as possible

We threw all that mud on the "Forehead of the Nation".

That they ate chicken and where you skied beer. they dressed it with buttermilk!

 "Lumo Skëndon", from the door of the honorable brothers

They chased him "oreh ziun", as if he was the biggest sinner

Eee.. what happened to the German, didn't you cooperate with us?!..

We were dumber, for not doing this work before!

Brody poor Mit'hat through the orb with a diplomat's collar

And from Radio-London he spoke at length "For free Albania"

Burning heart Lumo of the ballistic "decalogue", burst out of anger

He would lick with his tongue what he himself once... spat on!

So now it belongs to our "renaissance", the great historical honor

Let us resurrect this brave man of faith as Christ, just as rare

He gave the word to the "German agait", that he would have a friend as his head

And not like those on the mountain who jumped, with the cry: "Para Partisans"!

With respect, we will wait for him that he was not the tail, but "the forehead of the nation"

That great philosopher will be for us, like the early German Hegel

Let Berishë, the vile and wicked, explode from the anger of the right

That we, like "Tatja", have friendship with Germans Scholz and Merkel!

Dear friends, was Berisha supposed to do this job?

As he did with the hospitals he gave to Queen Geraldine

Arise everywhere the saboteurs and priests of the clergy in the churches

Making martyrs of the nation who fought for democracy

I don't feel good at all and you should know that, because I can't sleep

And it is not a merit if the right hand takes this job

It is known that even the raven keeps its birds and never leaves them

So for us, it would be a great honor for the cuckoo birds to protect you

I'm telling you a secret, but I don't want anyone to be surprised

The truth is that I have entrusted this thing to Ramiz Ali

- Listen to Rama - he told me - if you really love democracy

It evokes not only Matjani, but also the gangs of Halil Ali

Build busts why not and bas-reliefs because you are a man of art and culture

Let not only Europe but the whole world find out

Listen to me, you will become famous for being the grandson of the nomenclature

Ditch the lepers and let them make the noise in the hours of Vlora "The first bird"

In front of "Skenderbeu" you can also place Hamza

In Tirana in front of Qemali, you can leave Mon Kukaleshi

In front of Avni Rustemi, it would not be bad to wear Esat Pasha

In front of me (Ramos) for life, the end places Sali Gërdec

Let's not forget that we will also bring flowers from the other side

We cannot do it without the old generation of soldiers and former partisans

Berisha thinks how to open and explode Gërdecër

We revivalists will resurrect all those fakirs that he has killed..!

When we revive someone again, you know, he remains immortal

That's why we brought the bones of Lumo Skëndo bey to the homeland

Of course, none of us will hang them around your neck like the Turks

That they buried and became brave with the glory of Skanderbeg

With permission, Mr. Prime Minister, can I also say a word?

- You're talking, man, stand up for respect... let's see who you are!

I don't understand, but can you tell me who he should forgive

To make the enemy a friend and the martyrs traitors, we live in vain!

Mr. Prime Minister, why not, and I think we should erect statues

To recognize the generations but never to forget Albania

Dear Prime Minister, what if you were with them

What if we put you in a special square... with the name "Treason"?!

The greatest wonder somewhere in a corner of this globe probably,

In the event that both martyrs and traitors are honored equally!