Gilles Roudière

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"And once again Albania cowered in a hut. In her dark mythological nights. And on the strings of a lute strove to express something of her incromprehensible soul, Of the inner voices, That echoed mutely from the depths of the epic earth.

She strove to express something, But what could three strings, Beneath five fingers trembling with hunger express ?

It would have taken hundreds of miles of strings, And millions of fingers, To express the soul of Albania "