I've tried to find the words to tell 
But how can words reflect their [bad word]  
I'm [bad word] by hollow empty eyes 
Faith is gone, [bad word] replaced by lies 
What's a home if it isn't yours? 
Is it human 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 
family portrait, it's lying [bad word] 
I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish 
Hunted, killed for what cause? 
Another führer'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 Bosnia 
It's the same in Kosovo 
It's the same in Servia