Bosnia Tune


Bosnia tune

As you pour yourself a scotch,crush a roach, or check your watch,

as your hand adjusts your tie,people die. 

In the towns with funny names,hit by bullets, cought in flames,

by and large not knowing why,people die. 

In small places you don't knowof, yet big for having no

chance to scream or say good-bye,people die. 

People die as you electnew apostles of neglect,

self-restraint, etc. - wherebypeople die. 

Too far off to practice lovefor thy neighbor/brother Slav,

where your cherubds dread to fly,people die. 

While the statues disagree,Cain's version, history

for its fuel tends to buythose who die. 

As you watch the athletes score,check your latest statement, or

sing your child a lullaby,people die. 

Timee, whose sharp blood-thirsty quillparts the killed from those who kill,

will pronounce the latter tribeas your tribe. '''Prijevod
Prijevod (Marko Vešović i Omer Hadžiselimović):Dok žohara gniječite, pijuckate

viski, prepone svoje češkate,dok ruka oko mašne se trudi,

 ginu ljudi.U gradovima čudnih imena,

zgođeni metkom, i sred plamena,ne znajuć što ih se na smrt osudi

 ginu ljudi.Sred malih mjesta, neznanih vam, ali

velikih, jer priliku nisu im daliza krik i oproštaj sa svijetom hudim,

ginu ljudi.Ginu dok birate sve nove i nove

brbljivce o tom što nemar se zove,suzdržljivost, itd, s tih razloga ludih

ginu ljudi.Nema ljubavi k odveć udaljenu

tvome susjedu/bratu Slavenu:gdje letjet vaš se anđel ne usudi

ginu ljudi.Međ kipovima dok spor izbija,

kainska verzija, istorija,za svoje gorivo bi da kupi množinu

tih što ginu.O uspjehu sportaša dok čitate,

il stigli račun, dok pjevatesvom čedu pjesmu što sam nudi,

ginu ljudi.Pero vremena oštro, krvi žedno,

što neće da žrtva i dželat su jedno,kazaće da zadnja ološ i alaša

''vrsta je vaša.

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