I've tried to find the words to tell But how can words reflect their hell? I'm struck by hollow empty eyes Faith is gone, trust replaced by lies What's a home if it isn't yours? Is it human if if you can't show remorse? Respect is a laugh when guns blast They just live today, it might be their last
It's a regular day in Bosnia It's a regular kid in Bosnia Something's still burning in Bosnia I will never forget about Bosnia
I'm walking through this ghost-town Definite silence all sounds will drown Burned down houses withness paranoia Ethnic cleansing, name of the destroyer A family portrait, it's lying in rubbish I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish Hunted, killed for what cause? Another fhrer's megalomania of course!
He tells me about the mine-fields he has crossed He tells me about the friends he had lost He tells me about his sister being blown to bits He tells me about mines cleared away by kids He tells me Serbs and Moslims used to walk hand in hand He tells me things I will never understand
It's the same in Croatia It's the same in Kosovo It's the same in Bosnia It's the same in Servia