Kišna dova [English translation]

I haven’t cried since I was thirteen

In front of a mosque in Skopje’s city center

Men don’t cry, my mother told me then

Men no longer have the right to tears.

Oh God, I beg you, that the heavens clothe themselves in grey

Upon Sarajevo let the celestial fountains flow

I wish to hide my sorrow and tears

Let rain wash me from the station to above the center

I want that my sadness should belong to me alone,

To hide my tears from friend and foe

To be able to say that what flows over my face

Is rain from the dome of Sarajevo’s mosque

Oh God, let a heavenly curtain shield me

So that no one sees how sorrow haunts my face

And I will say that the eaves and gutters are frail

For I am hidden in a Sarajevo neighborhood

I want that my sadness should belong to me alone,

To hide my tears from friend and foe

To be able to say that what flows over my face

Is rain from the dome of Sarajevo’s mosque

To my own sadness only I have a right

She is from others’ neither harder nor easier

Men don’t cry, this I’ve known since childhood

For me the rain is a mercy from God

Mercy that for today is rain over Sarajevo

• Artist:Burhan Šaban
• Album:Rodiš se i umreš - 2007