Pranvera
Alban Skenderaj
Spring
A moment and nothing is the same as before
A word that killed more than a stone
A year that, every day, increases my longing
A life like dead for the living
Day and night statue I stand at the door
I wait in vain for a day that spring will come
Fall, oh rain, you fall and wash away the memories
Rise, oh Sun, you rise, and dry the tears
A grudge for an apology that was never said
A wound that remained open under the skin
A year that, every day, increases my longing
A life, but like dead for the living
Day and night statue I stand at the door
I wait in vain for a day that spring will come
Fall, oh rain, you fall and wash away the memories
Rise, oh Sun, you rise, and dry the tears
Day and night statue I stand at the door
I wait in vain for a day that spring will come
Fall, oh rain, you fall and wash away the memories
Rise, oh Sun, you rise, and dry the tears
