"Two poems for August"
"With Pickaxe and Rifle"
(Inspired from the Albanian song with the same title)
Through the hills, ricefields, towns, and cities
The struggle renewed us, awaken
For the homeland like a spring flower
Blooms more beautiful by the day
Foes greedy and cruel in their nature
Trying to hinder our direction
But the folk will fight till they're no more
And freedom will bloom once again
chorus
A pickaxe in one hand will build our nation
A rifle in other will serve to defend
Together in step forward to serve the motherland
Taking back the future, freedom is at hand
Children singing songs like nightingales
With words full of love, hope, and peace
And growing up like lilies, smiling
For their loved ones gave love and joy
And if ever our foes whose envy
Wants to erase this joy forever
The folk will beat them fire to fire
And freedom will bloom once again
As we together build the nation,
Our legs and arms hurrying forward
Striving to increase our production
Showing to the world what is ours
We'll water the fields with our efforts
We'll forge the future with our hopes
We strive, learn strongly to transform
A nation that deserves to be free
"That crazy want to kill my nation"
That crazy want to kill my nation
Day after day promising yet corrupting
Now he is betraying while the homeland is down
While here at the corner I no longer thinking
Dreaming of seeing my homeland under him rising
Seeing edifices of glass and steel
Of roads and bridges of stone and concrete
Carryovers from past, so much to brag it on
When in fact trying hide "so strong"
The shantytown and the barren field gone wrong?
Who would not come with a gun in hand?
To break free, fight back the land
Who would not come with a gun in hand?
To break free, fight back the land
God! Those crazies want to kill my nation
Like their leader promising yet corrupting
Thinking about the carryovers to brag when doing nothing
And with the pandemic while assuming they're concerning
Like their leader while the homeland is down they're betraying
Seeing wonders of contemporary modernity
Various forms from science and technology
Even in past continuing, so much to brag it on
When in fact trying hide "so strong"
The feudal order that's gone wrong?
Who would not come with a gun in hand?
To break free, fight back the land
Who would not come with a gun in hand?
To break free, fight back the land
Fools! Those crazies want to kill my nation
day after day they're promising yet corrupting
Like their leader betraying while the homeland is down
While here at the corner I'd rather thinking
Dreaming of fighting back my homeland from them corrupting
A homeland sold by the river, and a nation send to the dogs
All for pieces of silver by that self-interested horde
They dreamed of "peace" and "progress" while sowing chaos
To those who dare to oppose, those victims of the order ages old
Wouldn't surprised to see actions from those who end sold
Who would not come with a gun in hand?
To break free, fight back the land
Who would not come with a gun in hand?
To break free, fight back the land