The Legends Poem by Ludovik Celaj

What's that celebration? ...
with a motivation...
that it got hugely;
across our great nation,
playing musical istrument's sound's,
accompanied by firing rifles into air'
and people wanting to be there,
along with roaring men voice's,
that spared their live's,
to make big choice's
our legendary legend's,
have been transmitted,
with men and women;
united and committed,
it's not thee country's
the biggest stadium!
singing nation's top album,
it wasn't a perfect time for it than,
to choose a very good refrain,
at the time sport's...
weren't widely in practiced,
likewise the occupier's existence,
to obbey a peaceful exit... from the entrance,
there they are the men of glory,
who for the enemy have no sorry,
to proclaim their indentpendence,
and to start a over 'n over again,
in our newly established first state,
for the second time since in midle ages;
the time of warrier's blood spilling decade's,
in that century early then,
of the great king Skenderbeg.