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Sehidski Rastanak

Zima nikad proć
Nikad sabah doć
Samo tekbir
čuje se kroz noć

Duga zimska noć
Majko moram poć
Rodna gruda pradjedova
To me zove upomoć

Ako se majko ne vratim
Nemoj me zalud čekati
Pusti jednu suzu tihu
I prouči mi fatihu
Nek me ona isprati

Samo još jednom da mi je
Ispred dženetske kapije
Da na krilima ezana
Stigne miris ramazana
Iz naše čaršije

Samo još jednom da mi je
Ispred dženetske kapije
Da na krilima ezana
Stigne miris ramazana
Iz naše čaršije

Nijet veliki
Zulum dušmanski
Sabur nam i inat u nama
Silan Bosanski

Duga hladna noć
Valja meni poć
Rodna gruda pradjedova
Evo zove upomoć

Čuvaj mi sestru pazi je
Jer majko jednom da mi je
Vidjeti iz zemlje rosne
Kako šćeri moje bosne
Sad rađaju gazije

Samo još Bosne da mi je
Pa da me sevdah opije
Da me bude pjesme stare
I mujezin sa munare
Sa bijele džamije

Samo još Bosne da mi je
Pa da me sunce ogrije
Da me bude pjesme stare
I mujezin sa munare
Sa bijele džamije

Martyr's Calvary

Winter never ends
Daybreak never comes
Only the takbir
can be heard through the night

Long winter night
Mother, I have to go
My ancestors' homeland
Calls for my help

If I don't come back, Mother
Don't wait for me in vain
Shed a silent tear
And recite the fatiha for me
Let it be my farewell

Just once more, if it were possible
In front of the gates of paradise
On the wings of the ezan
To smell the scent of Ramadan
From our market square

Just once more, if it were possible
In front of the gates of paradise
On the wings of the ezan
To smell the scent of Ramadan
From our market square

The intention is great
The oppression is cruel
Patience and defiance in our Bosnian souls
Are powerful

Long cold night
I must go
My ancestors' homeland
Calls for my help

Take care of my sister, watch over her
For if it were possible, Mother
To see from the celestial realm
How the daughters of my Bosnia
Now give birth to warriors

If only Bosnia were mine
Then love would intoxicate me
Let me sing ancient songs
And the muezzin from the minaret
Of the white mosque

If only Bosnia were mine
Then the sun would shine on me
Let me sing ancient songs
And the muezzin from the minaret
Of the white mosque