Jete [English translation]

Tight lips, shaking voice

The words are tight inside my throat

I couldn't believe me (the) poor

That for every beginning there is an end

And waited,and planted

A seed that would never be planted

defeated, I witnessed her freedom (seeds freedom)

There is no second that my breathing isn't stopped

There is no minute that I don't want to die

There is no hour that I feel nostalgic

There is no day that I give up waiting

And there is no night that my dream isn't taken

There is no week that my consciousness isn't killing me

There is no month, there is no season

There is no year, century,LIFE

My thoughts escape

In places that I never stepped (never went/walked into)

(my) heart like a clock (the item) is stacked

And stops every time you're not here

I am tired of myself

I am tired of this f2CKING agony

I am withered from thirst, for her eyes

• Artist:Alban Skënderaj