Lijepa Alma
Zabranjeno Pusenje
Beautiful Alma
It's been years now
I haven't seen my friend
The soldiers marched through the fields
But he never came back
My little country, a dam
Against the great river of madness
Now the city walks alone
And the neighborhood whispers after it
Beautiful Alma
It's been years now
I haven't heard from him
The soldiers marched through the fields
She waved goodbye to him
Little town, big secret
Hidden from the people
A picture under the pillow
And a gaze into the distance
Beautiful Alma
As I watch her walking through the city
She smiles at the beggars
So alone, so beautiful
And proud like the land before us
Beautiful Alma
As I watch her walking through the city
She smiles at the beggars
So alone, so beautiful
And proud like Bosnia before us
Beautiful Alma
