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 our rooms

Sarajevo erects an undertune

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo

Bosnia was so unkind

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo

Bosnia was so unkind

Sure things would change if we really wanted them to

No fear for children anymore

There are babies in their hands, terror in their heads

For life, for life

When do the saints go marching in?

When do the saints go marching in