Shporta juaj është bosh
I found Tirana
Suddenly a seagull
Flew into the sky of my soul,
And I could see her eyes filled with worries,
Her wings fluttering incessantly,
And, without even realizing it,
I fell into her whiteness.
She flitted about restlessly without cessation,
And I was so confused that I failed to invite her to stay.
But no, this beautiful sky
was not meant for that bird,
The winds of time had blown in it,
So she became a tear running down my face,
Then she suddenly left me and disappeared
As if she had never existed.