Bosnia

Bosnia

Born in torment

Lived in sorrow

Died in agony

On our hands

Before our eyes

What should be done

For her to live on

How many lives should we plant?

So her flame is not turned

Because she is our essence

A reason for us to live

An invisible tread

The foundation of our genesis.

To her we are own our joys

Our loves and hopes

For her we need to hate all the atrocities

The reasons behind her ropes

And as long as there is at one

Left standing on her ground

Believe in her salvation!

And we will be forever around.