Come on,
Open your eyes,
Open your hands,
Before Bosnia...
Something,
Is falling....
In that sky,
Above Bosnia...
Where an angel,
Shuts its wings... and cries...
Where an angel,
Shuts its wings...
Lets go,
Hear the walls...
Children that scream,
All over the place in Bosnia...
They fall, like violins...
In the rhapsody,
Typical of Bosnia...
Where an angel,
Shuts its wings... and cries...
Where mankind,
Lowers its arms...
Lets go,
Open your mouth...
Let it enter,
All of Bosnia...
Soon a nausea comes...
A guided visit over Bosnia...
Where an angel,
Shuts its wings... and cries...
Where mankind,
Lowers its arms...