Video/Poezi nga Katerinë Palaj – ‘Shkatërrimi i Kishës së Bërdicës’, 1967
“The Memories of Katerinë Palaj”.
Documentary made by Maria Jakaj.
Poetry by Katerinë Palaj: “The destruction of Bërdica’s Church” 1967.
“In the chosen day
To ruin Berdica’s Church
I came out on the yard and saw
Listening to the bombs
Tears streaming down my face
There comes a cuckoo flying
Stopping on a raspberry branch
Then it starts singing
Go cuckoo go on and mourn
Mourn for our miserable Albania
That’s been covered by this black darkness
Since this party came to be
With Enver Hoxha at the top
Leaving us with nothing in our homes
He took lands, he took cattle
He won’t even let us live
But now he’s gone overboard
By ruining our churches
Shackles moving on all 4 sides
No more church bells around
The sounding bells to be heard no more
Pitiful us with no more place for mass
Our gracious God thou be glorified
Don’t let go of our hands
Because the devils have surrounded us
The devils have surrounded us
The communists are religiousless
They’ve obligated our people
That no holiday to be celebrated
No man nor woman to dress up
No child nor bride to dress up
No one to paint the eggs red
Easter Sunday is coming soon
It’s coming soon and hopefully with fortune
But it’s going to find us dismal and in torment
In torment and miserable
Because we don’t have a place to be blessed
Because our churches have been destroyed
And our priests have been shot
It can not get worse than this
Living as if we’re cattle
Our children being raised without religion
Since our children are being taught in school
That in God and religion we must not trust
But they have not accepted
To deny Christ’s faith
Because it is a true belief
That it shall not be denied for life
Communists’ seed to be thrown away”
Shkatërrimi i Kishës së Bërdicës.
Poezi nga Katerinë Palaj – “Shkatërrimi i Kishës së Bërdicës” 1967
Në atë ditë që kishin caktu
Kishën e Bërdicës me rrënu
Dola në bace tuj shikju
Minat un tu i nigju
Lot për faqe mu tu mshku
Vjen nji qyqe tu fluturu
Mbi deg të mandit u ndalu
Ja fillon qyqja me knu
Del maj qyqe me vajtu
Me vajtu tmjerën Shqipni
Që e ka mlu terri i zi
Çysh se hini kjo parti
Me Enver Hoxhën në kry
Spo na len gja në shpi
Mori toka mori bagti
Spo na len mir me jetu
Se itesh e ka tepru
Kishat ne tu na i rrënu
Rrahin çangat (zinxhirt) në 4 anët
Kund kumone ne sna kan lan
Za kumonesh nuk nijm me veshe
Tmjert ne skena ku me pa meshë
I Madhi Zot ti kjofsh lëvdu
Ti prej doret mos me na lshu
Se xhullit na kan rrethu
Xhullit na kan rrethu ne
Komunistat jan pa fe
Gjith popullin e kan detyru
Kërkush fest mos me festu
Mos mu vesh as burr as gru
Mos mu vesh as fmi as nuse
Mos me njy kush ve tkuqe
Po na vjen e Dilja Pashkve
Po na vjen e ardht e bardh
Po ne tmjerve po na gjen në hall
Në hall e tu u mjeru
Se skena ku me beku
Se kishat i kan rrënu
E priftnit i kan pushkatu
Nuk ka kun me shku ma zi
Me shku jeta si bakti
Nuk ka kun ma keq për ne
Me na u rrit fmija pa fe
Se fmit në shkoll jan tu na i msu
Zot e fe mos me i besu
Por që fmija skan pranu
Fenë e Krishtit me mohu
Se kjo asht fe e vërtet
Që nuk mohohet kurr për jet
Komunizmit fara i tretë