BOSNIA
(To The Faithful Departed)

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’t there
And we all sing songs in our room, Sarajevo erects another tomb

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind.

Sure things would change if we wanted them to,
No fear for children anymore,
There are babies in their beds, terror in their heads
Love 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?

Rummmpatitum, Rummmpatitum…

Traboo, Traboo, Traboo…