Counterplay: Good girl's path, but she didn't cut her belly off for you.

But why do we ever decide to leave, swear to Albania? Is that your fault? Is it not enough for you to abandon it even to curse it? Is it not enough that you leave him in the hands of the Batak as you claim, but you accuse him?

It's not enough for you to turn your back on him and blame him?
If we all leave, who will do Albania? Don't you think it's gonna be on its own, so you can come get him?

When it's such soot Albania, why don't you stand up to protest like the French, like Romanians, like Chileans, to get out of hand for an urban ticket? And if you don't have the guts to stand up, why don't you just sit down and work, like all the rest of us? You think it's easy? Do you think we've had the chain? Do you think we who stay, we all think? What do you expect the country to do for you, anyway? you kick and crack and run?
Are you going away too?

But blessed be the way, that God may make it a light wherever you go. Even if you're lucky and remember the 24 hours where you're going to have to turn to work hard and earn life, that even there's a man with flowers, the lack of love of your people that didn't cut the stomachs for you. And remember, account for about ten years until you integrate and become “with letters” you have it in your pocket because you don't know. Maybe those ten years if you had tried a little harder, you could have found yourself here too, right?