Babo cut the Skrfica mountain with a sword!
Eh Babo, Babo, the day of popular delight has arrived. As per the legend, he came down and hit the mountain of Skërfica! You described the tunnel as you see fit and grandeur.
The two soft-spoken ministers told the story of tomorrow's Albania, which has become hazer and yesterday's.
From the soul came the passion of the confession Babo, and you, gloomy as a genie, listen. They didn't stop chatter after chatter and talk.
You walked along the path where the clutches were blowing and those on the side with their heads turned at the right angle were witnessing to humanity how much light your rays make.
You let them talk and they told you neither good nor bad, neither good nor bad, they talk and you walk like a herd Babo.
Except when the aunt, more and more familiar with the popular sole from her cultural store, took out the golden metaphor "the houses of Tepelena and Përmet are now facing the sea" you Babo laughed! He didn't hold it anymore.
You say to yourself that even stupidity tastes that it is born from the unbridled servility that licks and wipes. You have transformed people Babo. Makes them recite. It makes them sing. It makes them laugh and cry. No one like you Babo has succeeded in realizing the new man in freedom.
I thought from Fushë Kruja, let Kosovo and Montenegro take it, because I don't even give them representation there, and I secretly do it in investments. Not a road, not a bridge, not anything.
And it's good for you, O Babo, they want roads, they want water, they want light! Even in Milot, the 14 km traffic left like a bottle neck so that they don't sing songs to you, they don't dance to you, your soul is not filled with so much pride when they see you, so take revenge and work hard!
Let's go back to the historic journey inside the Babo tunnel. Where Belinda confessed your virtue in investments, where aunt defined the beauty of your thought in constructions, where Damo and Earthquake looked alike in appearance and speech, where history repeated itself and the leader was waited in the middle of the heat with tambourines, saze, song dance! You Babo used to despise these things, you mocked as the all-French thinker that you are, with this kinship and political folklore! Babo laughed at what he accepted and the cuckoos who made him jealous of the local sejmenet. Babo, pour out some kind words for the whole caricature of history repeating itself. Now Babo you only lacked Behar Zhudra by your side and you appeared as you dream of being. "Get out, Enveri has come" echoed from the tunnel. Babo and you don't feel sorry at all when they compare you with him! People think you're boring. How wrong they are. A little warmer, Babo, you had to show yourself to the dancers and singers that they were singing for you, that they were spinning for you in that throat, for you the headscarf was waving and the dance was on fire.
A road that started well before you came to power, Babo, after 9 years you cut the ribbon, you increased the costs several times, from the 57 million euros that were predicted, 108 went for 33 km, but in your Albania they are no longer news .
What stood out today Babo was your palla with which you divided the story in two as much as Skërfica. Your sword cuts Babo cuts. Song raised by the people today "Babo Babo o Kapedan in Skërfica today leave us/ with the mountain you hit all this people in the sea/ Long live Babo jarani because without you we will not be happy!