Festivali i Këngës #60:
Rezarta Smaja - "E jemja nuse"
E jemja nuse
Sa e kandshme, e njomë
Asht nadja, kaq vonë
Akulli i shkrimë
Prej diellit verior
Po mjegulla ditën, shpresh më shqetëson
M'kujton kur ti, m'thirshe Lule Borë
Po dajren, dajren s'ma ke ble
As kotllën, kyt kotull të re
Hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, shënoje
Po la-la-la-la-la-la-lapsën, mprehe
As lulet, nuk i kam prej tejet
Unazën unë e kam ble
Kafshoj jetën, si moll e kuqe
Pjal ta dish, unë jam e jemja nuse
Po dajren, dajren s'ma ke ble
As kotllën, kyt kotull të re
Hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, hajt, shënoje
Po la-la-la-la-la-la-lapsën, mprehe
As lulet, nuk i kam prej tejet
Unazën unë e kam ble
Kafshoj jetën, si moll e kuqe
Pjal ta dish, unë jam e jemja nuse
E jemja nuse E jemja nuse
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E jemja nuse E jemja nuse
E jemja nuse
Sa e ath't dhe e ftoft, asht nata kaq vonë
Zi si korbi, nuk shof as ku eci
Po drita a piacës, kajherë më qetëson
M'kujton kur ti, m'thirshe Dashuri
Dajren, dajren s'ma ke ble
As kotllën, kyt kotull të re
Kafshoj jetën, si moll e kuqe
Pjal ta dish, unë jam e jemja nuse
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E jemja nuse E jemja nuse
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E jemjа nuѕe
My own bride
How pleasant, fresh
Is the night this late
The melted ice
By the northern sun
But the fog during the day, often bothers me
It reminds when you used to call me "Snow Flower"
But the drum, the drum you didn't buy for me
Neither the night gown, this new night gown
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, write it down
Sharpen the pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pencil
The flowers aren't from you either
The ring I bought it myself
I bite off life like a red apple
So you know boy, I am my own bride
But the drum, the drum you didn't buy for me
Neither the night gown, this new night gown
Come on, come on, , write it down
Yes, sharpen the pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pe-pencil
Neither the flowers are from you
The ring I bought it myself
I bite off life like a red apple
So you know boy, I am my own bride
My own bride My own bride
My own bride
My own bride My own bride
My own bride
How pungent and cold is the night this late
Dark like the raven, I can't even see where I'm walking
But the light of the square sometime it calms me
It reminds me, when you used to call me "Love"
But the drum, the drum you didn't buy for me
Neither the night gown, thiѕ new night gown
I bite off life like a red apple
So you know boy, I аm my own bride
My own bride My own bride
My own bride
My own bride My own bride
My own bride
My own bride My own bride
My own bride
My own bride My own bride
My own bride
| Artist | Rezarta Smaja |
| Title | E jemja nuse |
| Title (English) | The Bride of Mine |
| Songwriter | Shkodra Elektronike |
| Language | Albanian |
