Текст и перевод песни Marko Perković Thompson - Bosna

Bosna

Pjesmo moja, pjevat ću te tamo
Tamo gdje je naša loza počela
Staroj majci kolijevci Hrvata
Gdje se nasa povijest krvlju pisala
Istina o Bosni kroz kanjone teče
I mnoge njene tajne kriju stoljeća

Od davnina na nju svak' juriša
K'o da nije dosta snjegova i kiša

Sa svih strana svijeta dolazile tvrde sile mraka
K'o da narod tamo gine iz meraka

Jučer svetinja, danas raspeta
Bosna ponosna, ranjena

Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Vjetar nosi glas, Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Tu me čekaj ti, stara ljubavi

Kreni preko planina, starom stazom djedova
Bosna će ti reći sve, odakle nam prezime

Gledaj lijepu Lašvansku dolinu
Uvijek su je naša zvona budila
Zlatna polja, našu Posavinu
Grobovi su puni njenih sinova

Sa svih strana svijeta dolazile tvrde sile mraka
K'o da narod tamo gine iz meraka

Jučer svetinja, danas raspeta
Bosna ponosna, ranjena

Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Vjetar nosi glas, Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Tu me čekaj ti, stara ljubavi

Kreni preko planina, starom stazom djedova
Bosna će ti reći sve, odakle nam prezime

Gledaj lijepu Lašvansku dolinu
Uvijek su je naša zvona budila
Zlatna polja, našu Posavinu
Grobovi su puni njenih sinova

Dala Bosna Tomislava kralja
Prvog kralja od loze Hrvata
A kraljica dobra bješe Katarina
U narodu zbog nje nosi se crnina
Sred Duvanjskog polja široka i ravna
Pisala se naša povijest slavna

Kada Bosni pogledaš u lice
U suzi joj vidiš drinske mučenice
Čuvali te, Bosno, usamljeni vuci
Slavio ih narod, zvali se hajduci
A Srebrnu Bosnu sačuvaše vjerom
Franjevačka braća i dušom i tijelom

Bosno moja, čija li si sada
Boli li te danas više nego prije
Tko to misli da te ima, da sa tobom vlada
Njega povijest ništa naučila nije

Jučer svetinja, danas raspeta
Bosna ponosna, ranjena

Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Vjetar nosi glas, Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Tu me čekaj ti, stara ljubavi

Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Vjetar nosi glas, Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
Tu me čekaj ti, stara ljubavi

Kreni preko planina, starom stazom djedova
Bosna će ti reći sve, odakle nam prezime

Bosnia

My song, I will sing you there
There where our lineage began
To the old mother, the cradle of Croats
Where our history was written in blood
The truth about Bosnia flows through canyons
And centuries hide many of her secrets

Since ancient times, everyone attacks her
As if there wasn't enough snow and rain

From all corners of the world came the harsh forces of darkness
As if people there die for pleasure

Yesterday a sanctuary, today crucified
Bosnia proud, wounded

There where the sun travels
The wind carries the voice, Bosnia calls us
There where the sun travels
There you wait for me, old love

Go over the mountains, on the old path of our grandfathers
Bosnia will tell you everything, where our surname comes from

Look at the beautiful Lašva Valley
Our bells have always awakened her
Golden fields, our Posavina
The graves are full of her sons

From all corners of the world came the harsh forces of darkness
As if people there die for pleasure

Yesterday a sanctuary, today crucified
Bosnia proud, wounded

There where the sun travels
The wind carries the voice, Bosnia calls us
There where the sun travels
There you wait for me, old love

Go over the mountains, on the old path of our grandfathers
Bosnia will tell you everything, where our surname comes from

Look at the beautiful Lašva Valley
Our bells have always awakened her
Golden fields, our Posavina
The graves are full of her sons

Bosnia gave King Tomislav
The first king of the Croatian lineage
And the good queen was Katarina
Because of her, the people wear mourning
In the middle of the Duvanjsko field, wide and flat
Our glorious history was written

When you look Bosnia in the face
In her tears you see the Drina martyrs
Lonely wolves guarded you, Bosnia
The people celebrated them, they were called hajduks
And they saved Srebrna Bosna with faith
The Franciscan brothers with their soul and body

My Bosnia, whose are you now
Does it hurt you more today than before
Whoever thinks he has you, that he rules you
History has taught him nothing

Yesterday a sanctuary, today crucified
Bosnia proud, wounded

There where the sun travels
The wind carries the voice, Bosnia calls us
There where the sun travels
There you wait for me, old love

There where the sun travels
The wind carries the voice, Bosnia calls us
There where the sun travels
There you wait for me, old love

Go over the mountains, on the old path of our grandfathers
Bosnia will tell you everything, where our surname comes from