There is Bosnia

Written by Nermin DONLAGIC

There is Bosnia and Bosnia shall be,
After bleeding rivers themselves purify,
And canons cease to spit their fire, 
And steel rains forever stop,
And graveyard flowers their heads drop.

There is Bosnia and Bosnia shall be,
Even after desecrated wombs
Cry out the fruits of monstrous deeds,
And when processions of dazed people,
Make fire without the chimney.

There is Bosnia and Bosnia shall be,
Under the sunshine as it used to be,
Its beauty can stop your breath or heart,
When you get an amorous dart,
At evenings with soft music of heavenly rhymes,
Bosnia is and it shall be for all times.