I would like to state my vision,
Life was so unfair
We live in our secure surroundings,
And people die out there

Bosnia, was so unkind,
Sarejevo, change my mind
And we all call out in despair
All the love we need isn't there
And we all sing songs in our rooms,
Sarejevo erects another tom

Sarejevo! Sarejevo! Sarejevo! Sarejevo!
Bosnia, was so unkind
Sarejevo! Sarejevo! Sarejevo!
Bosnia, was so unkind

Sure, things would change
If we really wanted them to
No fear for children anymore,
There are babies in their beds
Terror in their heads,
Love for the love of life!

When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?

Rummmpatitum, Rummmpatilum,
Traboo, Traboo, Traboo