I am from war, from genocide.
I am from the beach sun where I become tan
I am from bicycles, cycling around the neighborhood
I am from the little growing country, from flija and dyner
I am from the runaway of death, from the forgotten land
I am from the push away of muslims, from atheism
I am from "go to this" and "don't get bad grades"
I am from the beautiful mountains of Kosovo
I am from Prishtina and the dying of innocent people
I am from smokers and the shallow people
I am from being scattered around the world
I am from June-August the only time I see my family
I am from the branch of Venera and Luan
I am from loving my grandmother
I am from guilt and betrayal to not keep my promise of seeing her again
I am from the guitar, and the responsibilities, from Atdhe and Kastriot (my cousins) and the kingdom of joy called Osmani and Daka
I am from the good grades, from a education
I am from the couch, where I grow old and happy.
I am from being proud of our country, from moving and never staying put.
I am from the roses by the backyard, red and shiny
I am from video games, from sony and microsoft.
I am from the wind where I always get brought from one thought to another.
I am from cats and from petting them
I am from boat of dreams continuously changing
I am from the grayish grave imbued with memories
I am from the lightness of my father and the expectations of my mother
I am from the never breaking tree that holds our culture
I am from the drunk dreams of becoming this and that
I am from friendship and the depth of love
I am from the love of my country
I am from the suffering, from blood and losses of the ones I care
I am from Kosovo, from krenar te jesh shqiptar (proud to be albanian)
I am from the ever growing roots that follow the lives of my family,
from the fallen memories of my ancestors and from the appreciation of life.
I am from the beach sun where I become tan
I am from bicycles, cycling around the neighborhood
I am from the little growing country, from flija and dyner
I am from the runaway of death, from the forgotten land
I am from the push away of muslims, from atheism
I am from "go to this" and "don't get bad grades"
I am from the beautiful mountains of Kosovo
I am from Prishtina and the dying of innocent people
I am from smokers and the shallow people
I am from being scattered around the world
I am from June-August the only time I see my family
I am from the branch of Venera and Luan
I am from loving my grandmother
I am from guilt and betrayal to not keep my promise of seeing her again
I am from the guitar, and the responsibilities, from Atdhe and Kastriot (my cousins) and the kingdom of joy called Osmani and Daka
I am from the good grades, from a education
I am from the couch, where I grow old and happy.
I am from being proud of our country, from moving and never staying put.
I am from the roses by the backyard, red and shiny
I am from video games, from sony and microsoft.
I am from the wind where I always get brought from one thought to another.
I am from cats and from petting them
I am from boat of dreams continuously changing
I am from the grayish grave imbued with memories
I am from the lightness of my father and the expectations of my mother
I am from the never breaking tree that holds our culture
I am from the drunk dreams of becoming this and that
I am from friendship and the depth of love
I am from the love of my country
I am from the suffering, from blood and losses of the ones I care
I am from Kosovo, from krenar te jesh shqiptar (proud to be albanian)
I am from the ever growing roots that follow the lives of my family,
from the fallen memories of my ancestors and from the appreciation of life.