To Prishtina

In misty dawns
You resemble the lass
Waiting all night for her lover to come
Shootings defy the peace
At the gray daybreak at nightfall
While lovers sneaking
Quench their lust on magic beds

Prishtina
I hear your breath on your bosom
Pounding of evening footsteps
When a black robe is laid over shoulders

I feel your childbearing pain
In the veins of my blood
Laying wounded and dragging
At the Press Palace Ulpiana Sunny
Hill Dardania

And I fear Prishtina
For the dawns evenings lusts pain
And I fear Prishtina
For F r e e d o m.