How to break up, I don’t know
How to separate
Our hearts are torn apart
Now we are angry
Who will be your lover
Who will clean your tears
Who will Kiss your lips
And make them dirty
Fire from God will burn you
Because you ran from your lover
My pain will curse you
If you’re looking for more
The kisses are cleaned away
Which were so hot
The days are crying
Because of this split
From the Albanians, we ran
To save our souls
We have nowhere no to go
Without our homes
For more information on the situation of Rom in Kosovo visit the Voice of Roma.
Photo Caption: Muzo taps out the rhythms to his songs on a stack of books including bible stories and English dictionaries.
