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