Asim Bajramović
When you leave your homeland far behind,
endless pictures linger in your mind.
Childhood paths remain beneath the shade,
and the love they gave can never be replaced
Half my heart beats there, while half beats here,
neither half has healed through every passing year.
Neither here nor there do I belong completely,
life has drawn me from my childhood doorstep permanently.
But wherever I may be, one truth remains:
home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.
But wherever I may be, one truth remains:
home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.
In a foreign land, you build your life anew,
meeting different people, hiding memories from view.
But when memories awaken in the night,
your heart seeks your childhood home and mother’s gentle light.
Half my heart beats there, while half beats here,
neither half has healed through every passing year.
Neither here nor there do I belong completely,
life has drawn me from my childhood doorstep permanently.
But wherever I may be, one truth remains:
home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.
But wherever I may be, one truth remains:
home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.
Years may teach us which new road to take,
yet our native homeland calls when night is awake.
For wherever I may live or shape my destiny,
where my life first blossomed, there my soul will always be.
Half my heart beats there, while half beats here,
neither half has healed through every passing year.
Neither here nor there do I belong completely,
life has drawn me from my childhood doorstep permanently.
But wherever I may be, one truth remains:
home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.
But wherever I may be, one truth remains:
home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.
When you leave your homeland far behind, endless pictures linger in your mind. Childhood paths remain beneath the shade, and the love they gave can never be replaced Half my heart beats there, while half beats here, neither half has healed through every passing year. Neither here nor there do I belong completely, life has drawn me from my childhood doorstep permanently. But wherever I may be, one truth remains: home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays. But wherever I may be, one truth remains: home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays. In a foreign land, you build your life anew, meeting different people, hiding memories from view. But when memories awaken in the night, your heart seeks your childhood home and mother’s gentle light. Half my heart beats there, while half beats here, neither half has healed through every passing year. Neither here nor there do I belong completely, life has drawn me from my childhood doorstep permanently. But wherever I may be, one truth remains: home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays. But wherever I may be, one truth remains: home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays. Years may teach us which new road to take, yet our native homeland calls when night is awake. For wherever I may live or shape my destiny, where my life first blossomed, there my soul will always be. Half my heart beats there, while half beats here, neither half has healed through every passing year. Neither here nor there do I belong completely, life has drawn me from my childhood doorstep permanently. But wherever I may be, one truth remains: home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays. But wherever I may be, one truth remains: home’s sweet fragrance lives where childhood stays.