At the confluence of the Bosna and Krivaja River Author Asim Bajramovic

At the confluence of the Bosna and Krivaja River
Time remained somewhere,
somewhere in dreams,
sorrow remained in my heart
and tears in my eyes.
A tear shines in my eye,
a Bosnian tear, the heaviest of all.

There my soul remained,
at the confluence of the Bosna and Krivaja.

While through song I call out to Bosnia,
to give patience to my soul,
the song seems to carry me
far away, all the way to Bosnia.
While through song I call out to Bosnia,
with the song, I feel I am not alone.

They have long said that through song
ailing souls can heal.

My soul remained somewhere
in a time gone by,
and the days of my early youth
remain in my memory.
A tear shines in my eye,
a Bosnian tear, the heaviest of all.

There my soul remained,
at the confluence of the Bosna and Krivaja.

While through song I call out to Bosnia,
to give patience to my soul,
the song seems to carry me
far away, all the way to Bosnia.
While through song I call out to Bosnia,
with the song, I feel I am not alone.

They have long said that through song
ailing souls can heal.