Kišna dova [English translation]

I haven't cried since I was thirteen

In front of a mosque in the middle of the Old Skopje Bazaar

Men do not cry, mother said back then

Men now do not have the right to tears

God, please let the sky put gray robes on

Let the heavenly fountains run over Sarajevo

I want to hide my sorrow and my tears

Let the rains escort me from the station to above the bazaar

I want my sorrow to be my alone

To hide my tears from both a friend and foe

To be able to say that the rain from all Sarajevo's mosques

Has fallen on my face

God, let the heavenly curtain cover me

Lest someone sees sorrow descend on my face

And I will say that the eaves and gutters are weak

Because I was hiding in Sarajevo's neighborhood

I want my sorrow to be my alone

To hide my tears from both a friend and foe

To be able to say that the rain from all Sarajevo's mosques

Has fallen on my face

I alone have the right to my sorrow

It is neither greater nor lesser than the other people's

Men do not cry, I know that from my childhood

For me, the rain is God's blessing

The rain above Sarajevo is a blessing today

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