A day without light, a morning without a rooster
A night without a star, a bird without a nest
The skies aren't coloured blue neither do the grasses smell
what are our insane minds/heads doing there
Everything which I've wanted to say is that the last hour has struck
Visum, crisis, ...
Berlin, Vienna, ...
up there, down here, everywhere empty fields
have we earned that things will be better for us
Everything which I've wanted to say is that the last hour has struck
If there won't be Bosnia
Than there wouldn't be us
We are nothing but a bloody spot
on the TV-screen
Those who'd need to dissapear in silence
what do our lives mean to them
What do they know about beauty
let the lies forever remain in the mud
Ref.
Once when all of this will be yesterday
when dawn will break and it surely will
don't let the pain your chest
why weren't you there when it was most needed
Give me a day in which you're happy
Give me just a crumble of the warm summer
Give me dreams which don't turn into nightmares
be the hand that defends Bosnia
be the hand that feeds Bosnia
so that tomorrow our dreams already can become reality
Once when all of this will be yesterday
you'll take your grandchild into your lap
when the Bosnian winters ...
say, I was there
during the most difficult period
I was with Bosnia
during the most difficult period