Every laugh in our safe countries
Faces a scream in Bosnia

Every joy welcoming a newborn baby
Faces a child’s slaughter in Bosnia

We live while Bosnia falls into doze
And awakes in its blood

Walks on its children’s remains
Drowns in its women’s tears

Bosnia, the legend of torture
Through you we all became sinful and guilty

Bosnia, if they succeed in destroying you
You will depart from the world’s map as a martyr

And we will stay behind crying over you
With eyes filled with shame

Remembering we didn’t defend you
But expressed pity for you in our writings

Kept reciting prayers
Repeating words that didn’t prevent your destruction

We left you unarmed
And sat watching your funeral in silence

Bosnia, never forgive us
Because we delivered you

With our own hands to death