Adelina Ismajli, through several posts on Instagram Stories, expressed unconditional support for Arilena Ara, the winner of the "Festival of Song." sawdust, is not servile, does not swell lips etc.
In later paragraphs, the singer also talks about the state of the art nowadays, according to her perception. "We have lost this art in the sick streets of the Balkans where the melody is killed by drunken criminals, where bank credit predetermines the lyrics, where the debts of family members dictate the length of the dress and the layers of makeup, where love (It shouldn't) be sold to be a VIP, ?Adelina says.
Full statement:
?Stop for art's sake!
Where is the Albania that once valued art above all? Arilena Arra for the first time I saw singing 'They Don't Care About Us.' It had not swollen lips. He was not dragging behind petty servants paid by pie, neither from Kosovo nor from Macedonia. He didn't smile fake [sic]. It was not the offspring of any producer. It was not flirting with thawava music, it did not condition other singers. It did not walk the journalists. It was not servile. It didn't pay. Neither with money, nor with body, nor with singing. Arilena has more international successes than half of the Kosovo and Albanian business community together. It is our fault if we do not know. Alketa Weissy owed Arilene last night. It was the first time in decades among Albanians that art and art were gaining. Not begging for journalists and tailors, not mafia and politicians, not fake luxury [sic] harvested on the lawns of the 'gigs' that smelled of droppings and sponsor teeth.
Alketa, as the first and only Albanian woman to have held dozens of spectacles on her shoulders, the first Albanian woman to be called a successful businesswoman, who with her modesty and correctness has achieved everything she has, last night it was driven by the madness of those who were sponsoring the messages. It was not exalted as I was exalted.
Yes, I did. I celebrated that a 21-year-old girl just won. I celebrated that it looked like the prettiest rock baby. I celebrate shaking my teeth when she sings without worrying whether she looks good. I celebrated wearing black without breaking my head about Turkish-Arab fashion. I celebrated singing a ballad, without shaking my head if it would be the favorite of the lazy kebab owners. I celebrated that it looked like a European who came to sing at a world festival. Because last night, for the first time, FiK looked like a world festival rather than a communist ruin where they vented visa-free performances that look like lost circuses on Halloéeen night. I celebrated that there was hope for art. Art without sponsors. Art without falsehood. Art without servants. The pure art of giving you four minutes of paradise.
We have lost this art in the sick streets of the Balkans where the melody is killed by drunken criminals, where bank credit predetermines the lyrics, where family debts dictate the length of the dress and the layers of makeup, where love ( should not) be sold to be a VIP.
Here, where tear-stricken nights are covered in China's luxury and plastic smile. Let's give Arilena a chance, she loves and knows music. She has her life and career ahead of her. Arylene will not disappoint us. Disappointment is you who extinguish stars yet to be born. And you do it for little, very little money. Elvana, Albery, Gena have it all. Victories, cups, maybe even money, careers, happy families. They have the people they love around them, they have the back vocals, the lyrics and the melodies, the sea and skiing, the love and happiness. Do not crucify a star that is shining too strongly over our small states. Because we will look miserable, very miserable when we post old photos with Arilene as she smiles at us from Vogue's forehead or makes her Grammy Awards hand-held eagle. Do not spoil your happiness. Don't hate Arilene for making music the way it should have always been. Nude music, without the dirty backstory. Don't hate her because she dares. Don't hate why it's bringing new rules. Don't hate Arilene at all because the song does not bear hatred. "
