Bosnia

I would like to state my vision,life was so unfair

We live in our secure surroundings

And people die out there

Bosnia was so unkind, Sarajevo changed my mind

And we all call out in despair, all the love we need isn'tthere

And we all sing songs in our room, Sarajevo erects another tomb

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo

Bosnia was so unkind

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo

Bosnia was so unkind

some things would change if we wanted them to

No fear for children anymore

There are babies in their beds, terror in their heads

for the love of life

When do the saints go marching in?

When do the saints go marching in?

When do the saints go marching in?

When do the saints go marching in?

Rummmpatipum, Rummmpatipum...

Traboo, Traboo, Traboo...