I Called you far
beyond those mountains you call home.

Called you deep
inside the wind that rains your fields.

Mooed your cows
to groan a hundred times my name.

Clucked your chicks to
dance around your body's totem.

Stormed the earth - -
sculpting landscapes of my breasts.

Uttered sounds
you heard at eve beyond the fire.

Called out freedom - i liri -
when your woman cried MY moans.

Summoned two-headed eagles  - -
winged our memories back home!

i liri = חופש, בשפה האלבנית...