
"Zjerm", the song that rises from the earth to the sky, like a prayer to light the sun in every heart

“Piccole Storie”, one of the most popular Italian sites, has done a wonderful treatment of Albania's surprising representation at Eurovision 2025.
… why is Albania's song a true masterpiece never seen before?!, asks “Piccole Storie” at the beginning of this elaboration; as presentative as it is emotional, as true as it is original, laconic and fundamentally aesthetic, poetic to the point of singing intoxication, kind and correctly based on aesthetic arguments.
This feeling that comes from the Italian soul, like a thread of light, permeates this creative and interpretive explosion, this courageous approach of the Shkodran artists, to make history, to remain in the memory of Eurovision as one of the brightest flashes of song and the most thunderous shakings of the word.
There are songs that are heard, says “Piccole Storie”.
And then there are songs that are no longer heard with the ear, but with the soul. Who do not follow the rhythm, but create it, like an ancient pulse that comes from the earth and goes towards the sky, to call souls from eternity, incarnating them with the dream of living in peace and marveling at creation.
“Zjerm” is not a song. It is a revelation.
It is a path through sound, a path through hope, a rite that emerges from the wound and returns to light.
In a world where song is often an empty sound, this is breath. It is depth that calls depth, a nameless longing that burns quietly between words and silence.
Albania has not brought a participation in Eurovision. It has brought a legacy. A blessed oil that does not cry for itself, but for everything that is fading in man.
“Zjerm” is what remains when the music stops… and feelings have nowhere to hide.
There are songs that are heard, continues Piccole Storie…
And then there are songs that are lived. To enter like an ancient whisper and reawaken something you have forgotten. “Zjerm” is one of them.
It is the gift that Albania has brought to Eurovision 2025, this year, but it would be reductive to call it simply “a song”.
It is an electronic prayer, a sacred dance, a dialogue between hope and reality, staged by the Italian-Albanian duo Shkodra Elektronike, Beatriçe Gjergji and Kolë Laca.
Born in Shkodra, in northern Albania, a city where languages, religions, rituals and silences have coexisted for centuries, today they live in Italy, but they keep within them the voice of the mountains, rivers, memory. And that voice, in the song “Zjerm”, becomes a cry that makes no noise, but sets the heart on fire.
Beatriçe dreams. Kola notices.
The song opens with a vision.
A vision that comes from Beatriçe, bright, pure, almost childlike in her stubbornness.
It only takes a minute. Just one.
A fragment of time in which the world can finally breathe.
“Imagine a minute…
No soldiers
No orphans
No bottles in the ocean
Where the oil smells of lilacs
And the word is free
Kindness has no name
Freedom is taught in schools.”
That minute imagined by Beatrice is everything the world lacks: it is the dream of someone who knows they do not live in the right place, but who still chooses to dance, to sing, to believe.
And here, she sings:
“Create with me a pure heart”
“In my night, I send you light”
“Please, have mercy”
And here a powerful phrase appears, full of symbols:
“Aman, miserere”
A verse that unites two faiths, two worlds, two pains.
“Aman”, an Arabic word, used in Sufi songs, in laments, in soft cries.
“Miserere”, sacred Latin, Christian prayer, prayer of forgiveness.
Two religions meet in a single universal call, which transcends borders and becomes humanity.
It is not a plea for mercy for oneself. It is a prayer for the whole world.
But immediately after that, Kola takes the floor.
And he does so with the wounded voice of someone who has stopped dreaming.
“Fire falls on our tribal dances”
“Seven knives pierce the soul”
“People fall like avalanches”
“We no longer see the stars… we have trampled them”
Kola is the other side of hope. It is disappointment.
It speaks of a world that no longer has poetry, that has forgotten the moon, that is hungry for power and blind to beauty.
The song is not anger: it is sober pain. It is a call not to forget reality.
And just when everything seems extinguished…
Beatrice begins to sing again.
“In my heart, the good people
The nameless people
They dance in the valley of the soul”
“Jarna ne' tu, my land…
Keep shining
Shine, shine”
Zjerm is not the one that destroys.
It is the fire that purifies, that illuminates, that saves.
It is the flame that remains alive when everything around it is extinguished.
It is the fragile strength of those who continue to dance, even on the ruins.
“Zjerm” is Beatrice's minute.
The minute that all of us, deep down, desire.
The minute in which the world stops…
…and for a moment truly breathes.
With an unprecedented union of electronics and tradition, poetry and spirituality, Albania's song is not only the most powerful of this Eurovision: it is an experience.
A meditation in music.
An act of love towards what humanity has lost.
A silent, but unstoppable invitation:
Dream again.
Burn with the beauty within.
And even when they tell you it's useless… dance…
On a stage that often requires brilliance to hide emptiness, “Zjerm” does not shine to blind, but to ignite the sun of every heart that hears this call and bows to the exaltations of experiencing this prayer. “Zjerm” shines to remember, to expel the night and, moreover, the light in every cell of this presence that gushes from the fires of the epics for “Zjerm”, the epic fire of transformation from light to miracle.
It is the song that rises from the ground like a silent prayer and descends from the sky like an answer that does not require words.
It is that moment when we stop running after the spectacle… and we hear the soul breathe.
In this fire you do not burn.
In this fire you become human.
And it dances.
Even on ruins.
Even when everything is extinguished.
Because “Heart” is not the end of a song.
It is the beginning of a prayer that never ends.
It is that Beatrice moment – That if we all lived it together… …we would save the world.

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