I've tried to find the words to tell    But how can words reflect their hell?    I'm struck by hollow empty eyes    Faith is gone, trust replaced by lies    What's a home if it isn't yours?    Is it human if if you can't show remorse?    Respect is a laugh when guns blast    They just live today, it might be their last       It's a regular day in Bosnia    It's a regular kid in Bosnia    Something's still burning in Bosnia    I will never forget about Bosnia       I'm walking through this ghost-town    Definite silence all sounds will drown    Burned down houses withness paranoia    Ethnic cleansing, name of the destroyer    A family portrait, it's lying in rubbish    I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish    Hunted, killed for what cause?    Another führer's megalomania of course!       He tells me about the mine-fields he has crossed    He tells me about the friends he had lost    He tells me about his sister being blown to bits    He tells me about mines cleared away by kids    He tells me Serbs and Moslims used to walk hand in hand    He tells me things I will never understand       It's the same in Croatia    It's the same in Bosnia    It's the same in Kosovo    It's the same in Servia