Nuse nuk u bera -- rovena stefa

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you sent a matchmaker
you asked for my hand
you brought me a ring and gold
and I waited for you
as is the tradition
that you take me to your home as a bride
as for anger the engagement lasted
months passed, years passed
I washed the qejz* and I dried it many times
the weddingrifle isn’t popping

I didn’t become a bride
the dream remained closed in a chest for me
neither with you nor divorced
don’t cry mother, don’t curse
because fate has been that
a weddingsong has not been sung
I remained mother, without being married

*some sort of cloth or garment given as a dowry