Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind.
Sure things would change if we wanted them to,
No fear for children anymore,
There are babies in their beds, terror in their heads
Love for the love of life!
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
RUMMMPATITUM, RUMMMPATITUM...
TRABOO, TRABOO, TRABOO...