Asim Bajramović
In foreign lands, the days have passed away,
Days of sorrow, touched by tears of pain,
Nights were long and filled with deepest darkness,
Far from family and Herzegovina.
The winds and mighty storms will all fall silent,
The voice of truth must one day still be heard,
It will overcome this fate so deeply cursed,
The people of Herzegovina, scattered through the world, will return.
I do not desire jewels or gold,
All of this remains unknown to my heart,
My soul longs to see the sunlight shining,
Beside my family in Herzegovina.
The winds and mighty storms will all fall silent,
The voice of truth must one day still be heard,
It will overcome this fate so deeply cursed,
The people of Herzegovina, scattered through the world, will return.
The winds and mighty storms will all fall silent,
The voice of truth must one day still be heard,
It will overcome this fate so deeply cursed,
The people of Herzegovina, scattered through the world, will return.
In foreign lands, the days have passed away, Days of sorrow, touched by tears of pain, Nights were long and filled with deepest darkness, Far from family and Herzegovina. The winds and mighty storms will all fall silent, The voice of truth must one day still be heard, It will overcome this fate so deeply cursed, The people of Herzegovina, scattered through the world, will return. I do not desire jewels or gold, All of this remains unknown to my heart, My soul longs to see the sunlight shining, Beside my family in Herzegovina. The winds and mighty storms will all fall silent, The voice of truth must one day still be heard, It will overcome this fate so deeply cursed, The people of Herzegovina, scattered through the world, will return. The winds and mighty storms will all fall silent, The voice of truth must one day still be heard, It will overcome this fate so deeply cursed, The people of Herzegovina, scattered through the world, will return.