كلمات 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...