ALBANIAN RHAPSODY vol. II



The western wind is blowing fair

Across the Ionian sea

Entering the land of eagles

From infinity.



A young Albanian is standing

In the top of Llogara*

Leaning on to his Mercedes;

Using his cell

For internet access.



Music is flying out off his car

A foreign language song of joy

Is that entertainment, modernism

Or the Horse of Troy ?



The door is opened now, wide

From left to the right side…



Influx of winds and people

Influx of money and interests

Influx of Mercedes

Madness

And internet access.



The old traditions are replaced:

-Sailing emigrants to the west

-Selling drugs and sex

-In any kind of contraband

Be the bravest and the best.



The race to catch up with the West

Burns in every Albanian nest.

Every family

Wants to be rich

Stepping on the others poverty.



There is a rumor among stars

A trouble in the Sun :

-Albanians are going crazy

Synchronized !

…

O dear my country, old and beautiful

You will stand this, don’t be shameful

Always be brave as you used to be

To survive the struggle for democracy.

…

From land, the wind is blowing fair

Across the Ionian sea

Whistling my music

The Albanian rhapsody.



(*) Llogara – mountain in southern Albania overlooking Ionian sea