Asim Bajramović
Batinus was once your name,
through the ages shone your fame.
On August third the daylight came,
ancient records kept Bosna’s name.
A Roman quill wrote down your name,
so it would never fade away.
From your spring down to the Sava,
flow the Bosna’s glorious waters.
Bosna River, glorious water,
pride and honor of the Bosnian people.
Batinus, your name came first,
every Bosnian speaks it proudly.
While you grace the Bosnian land,
our dear Bosnia, loved and grand,
while the golden dawn still breaks,
Bosnia lives—Bosnia lives!
An ancient Illyrian watched the stream,
Rome proclaimed its name worldwide.
Through the mountains, through the plains,
like a beauty you still glide.
Every stone a story tells,
while the Bosnian water murmurs.
Age by age goes flying past,
but your name forever glimmers.
Bosna River, glorious water,
pride and honor of the Bosnian people.
Batinus, your name came first,
every Bosnian speaks it proudly.
While your waters through Bosnia flow,
our love for you will only grow.
Bosna was and shall remain,
while the golden dawn breaks again.
Two thousand years have woven past,
yet Bosna’s name has always lasted.
Even now she warms our hearts,
fairer than she ever was.
Let Bosnia’s song of glory rise,
until it reaches the azure skies.
Batinus lives within our hearts,
may Bosna River forever last.
Bosna River, glorious water,
pride and honor of the Bosnian people.
Batinus, your name came first,
Bosnia’s firm eternal tree.
While your waters through Bosnia flow,
our love for you will always grow.
Bosna was and shall remain,
forever known by that same name.
Bosna River, glorious water,
pride and honor of the Bosnian people.
Batinus, your name came first,
Bosnia’s firm eternal tree.
While your waters through Bosnia flow,
our love for you will always grow.
Bosna was and shall remain,
forever known by that same name.
Batinus was once your name, through the ages shone your fame. On August third the daylight came, ancient records kept Bosna’s name. A Roman quill wrote down your name, so it would never fade away. From your spring down to the Sava, flow the Bosna’s glorious waters. Bosna River, glorious water, pride and honor of the Bosnian people. Batinus, your name came first, every Bosnian speaks it proudly. While you grace the Bosnian land, our dear Bosnia, loved and grand, while the golden dawn still breaks, Bosnia lives—Bosnia lives! An ancient Illyrian watched the stream, Rome proclaimed its name worldwide. Through the mountains, through the plains, like a beauty you still glide. Every stone a story tells, while the Bosnian water murmurs. Age by age goes flying past, but your name forever glimmers. Bosna River, glorious water, pride and honor of the Bosnian people. Batinus, your name came first, every Bosnian speaks it proudly. While your waters through Bosnia flow, our love for you will only grow. Bosna was and shall remain, while the golden dawn breaks again. Two thousand years have woven past, yet Bosna’s name has always lasted. Even now she warms our hearts, fairer than she ever was. Let Bosnia’s song of glory rise, until it reaches the azure skies. Batinus lives within our hearts, may Bosna River forever last. Bosna River, glorious water, pride and honor of the Bosnian people. Batinus, your name came first, Bosnia’s firm eternal tree. While your waters through Bosnia flow, our love for you will always grow. Bosna was and shall remain, forever known by that same name. Bosna River, glorious water, pride and honor of the Bosnian people. Batinus, your name came first, Bosnia’s firm eternal tree. While your waters through Bosnia flow, our love for you will always grow. Bosna was and shall remain, forever known by that same name.