Festivali i Këngës #64:
Alis - "Nân"
Nân
(Ta dish se nana po ju pret)
(E nana ju po ju përcjell)
(Nana në prag aty ngel në derë)
(Dy javë, dy vjet, iku kjo verë)
Zemra po dhemb
E lotin mezi po e mban
Ju tash po ikni
Do qani pak
Do harroheni
Për jetë ma t'mirë e di
E ne na duket, shohim hijet
Në korridor ecin me vrap
Dëgjojmë zërat, hala n'oborr
E qeshun me t'madhe
Hap dritaren, e askush
Nuk asht aty
Marr t'shtroj për t'fjet
N'divana e n'tok
Baj za, askush s'përgjigjet
Ta dish se nana po ju pret
E nana ju po ju përcjell
Nana në prag aty ngel në derë
Dy javë, dy vjet, iku kjo verë
Rri e kujtoj
Kyt vend që dikur s'pat qetësi
Rrëmujë e ngrohtë
Gjithë librat n'tok
Shpejt u ba ftohtë
Shkretinë e plot
Ta dish se nana po ju pret
E nana ju po ju përcjell
Nana në prag aty ngel në derë
Dy javë, dy vjet, iku kjo verë
Ta dish se nana po ju pret
E nana ju po ju përcjell
Nana në prag aty ngel në derë
Dy javë, dy vjet, iku kjo verë
Ta dish se nana po ju pret
E nana ju po ju përcjell
Nana në prag aty ngel në derë
Dy javë, dy vjet, iku kjo verë
Kur po vjen, moj nan
Se malli m'than
Po moѕ u mërzit
Nana kа me të prit
Mum
(Tonight your mom is waiting for you)
(And your mom is sending you off)
(Mom stays there, standing at the door)
(Two weeks, two years, this summer has gone)
My heart is aching
And barely holding back the tears
You're leaving now
You'll cry a little
Then you'll move on
I know it's for a better life
And to us it feels like we still see shadows
Running through the hallway
We still hear voices out in the yard
Laughing loudly
I open the window, but no one
Is there anymore
I take out the blankets to make your bed
On the couch or on the floor
I call out, but no one answers
Know that your mom is waiting for you
And your mom is watching you leave
Mom stands there at the doorway
Two weeks, two years, this summer is gone
I sit and remember
This place that once was never quiet
A warm mess
All the books on the floor
It quickly turned cold
An empty wasteland
Know that your mom is waiting for you
And your mom is watching you leave
Mom stands there at the doorway
Two weeks, two years, this summer is gone
Know that your mom is waiting for you
And your mom is watching you leave
Mom stands there at the doorway
Two weeks, two years, this summer is gone
Know that your mom is waiting for you
And your mom is watching you leave
Mom stands there at the doorway
Two weeks, two years, this summer is gone
When are you coming, mom?
Longing is eating at me, they say
But don't be ѕad
Mom will be wаiting for you
| Artist | Alis Kallacej |
| Title | Nân |
| Title (English) | Mother |
| Composer | Alis Kallacej |
| Lyricist | Desara Gjini |
| Language | Albanian |
