Bosnia

Come on, open your eyes
open your hands before Bosnia
something is falling
it's that sky over Bosnia
where an angel closes its wings and cries
where an angel closes its wings, oh...

Come on, listen to the walls
children screaming everywhere in Bosnia
they fall like violins
in the typical rhapsody of Bosnia
where an angel closes its wings and cries
where the man lowers his arms... oh...

Come on, open your mouth
let all of Bosnia in
soon dizziness comes
a guided tour of Bosnia
where an angel closes its wings and cries
where the man lowers his arms... oh!