Asim Bajramović
Across Kupres, dawn unfolds in gold,
beneath Mount Cinccara breathes the mountain soul.
The wind bears scents of grass and dew,
wild horses lift their flowing manes.
When hoofbeats thunder across the plain,
it seems a brighter Bosnia wakes again.
The herd takes flight, the earth beneath them shakes,
while freedom slumbers deep within their chests.
Wild horses, pride of the plateau,
across Kupres rings your glorious gallop.
Let it echo from Kupres to Livno—
Bosnia holds such wondrous beauty!
Long ago, you stood beside mankind,
pulled their wagons and plowed their fields.
Then came the time when machines took your place,
and the green mountains were left to you.
Wild horses, pride of the plateau,
across Kupres rings your glorious gallop.
Let it echo from Kupres to Livno—
Bosnia holds such wondrous beauty!
When winter settles over Kupres,
the pastures empty and turn white.
The bora whistles, Cinccara swirls with snow,
yet none of this has ever troubled you.
And when spring blossoms fill the fragrant air,
the sun writes gold across the fields.
Beside the mare, her little foal walks slowly,
taking its first step toward freedom.
Wild horses, pride of the plateau,
across Kupres rings your glorious gallop.
Let it echo from Kupres to Livno—
Bosnia holds such wondrous beauty!
A traveler stops and follows with his eyes,
his heart longs to follow after them.
As through the dusk they race across the fields,
the stars spill out above them.
May Cinccara guard its herds,
may freedom reign over Kupres.
May their hoofbeats echo through the mountains:
Bosnia lives, Bosnia rejoices!
Across Kupres, dawn unfolds in gold, beneath Mount Cinccara breathes the mountain soul. The wind bears scents of grass and dew, wild horses lift their flowing manes. When hoofbeats thunder across the plain, it seems a brighter Bosnia wakes again. The herd takes flight, the earth beneath them shakes, while freedom slumbers deep within their chests. Wild horses, pride of the plateau, across Kupres rings your glorious gallop. Let it echo from Kupres to Livno— Bosnia holds such wondrous beauty! Long ago, you stood beside mankind, pulled their wagons and plowed their fields. Then came the time when machines took your place, and the green mountains were left to you. Wild horses, pride of the plateau, across Kupres rings your glorious gallop. Let it echo from Kupres to Livno— Bosnia holds such wondrous beauty! When winter settles over Kupres, the pastures empty and turn white. The bora whistles, Cinccara swirls with snow, yet none of this has ever troubled you. And when spring blossoms fill the fragrant air, the sun writes gold across the fields. Beside the mare, her little foal walks slowly, taking its first step toward freedom. Wild horses, pride of the plateau, across Kupres rings your glorious gallop. Let it echo from Kupres to Livno— Bosnia holds such wondrous beauty! A traveler stops and follows with his eyes, his heart longs to follow after them. As through the dusk they race across the fields, the stars spill out above them. May Cinccara guard its herds, may freedom reign over Kupres. May their hoofbeats echo through the mountains: Bosnia lives, Bosnia rejoices!