Sarajevo [English translation]

Over the fields of Galicia1 an evil wind is blowing

What little we had the flood took away

Like the birds of passage, like two swifts

We fly above the ground- two blue letters

Still the fire is burning and the wood crackles

But it is time to go sleep

Beyond that hill lies Sarajevo

Where we shall be married tomorrow

The priest in church will bind us forever

Wreath of tamarisk thrown into a river

The water will flow back to the sea

The two of us here bellow and the sky up high

Still the fire is burning and the wood crackles

But it is time to go sleep

Beyond that hill lies Sarajevo

Where we shall be married tomorrow

I'll build you a house made of white rocks

Timbered with oaken planks

So that everyone will know that I loved you

I will build it strong, it will remain forever

Still the fire is burning and the wood crackles

But it is time to go sleep

Beyond that hill lies Sarajevo

Where we shall be married tomorrow

1. Galicia- region in Eastern Europe, not Spain

• Artist:Jaromír Nohavica