Asim Bajramović
My early childhood days
they tried to steal away
but I was learning Bosnian
in lands so far away
----
but I was learning Bosnian
in lands so far away
My mother taught me gently
my first words and my name
in a distant foreign country
a little Bosnian girl I became
----
in a distant foreign country
a little Bosnian girl I became
Now I look at Sarajevo
hear my language once again
and my soul is full of happiness
on Bosnian land I stand
----
and my soul is full of happiness
on Bosnian land I stand
----
I don’t dream of riches
or rivers made of gold
this is where my youth belongs
I’m a child of Bosnia’s soul
----
this is where my youth belongs
I’m a child of Bosnia’s soul
My early childhood days they tried to steal away but I was learning Bosnian in lands so far away ---- but I was learning Bosnian in lands so far away My mother taught me gently my first words and my name in a distant foreign country a little Bosnian girl I became ---- in a distant foreign country a little Bosnian girl I became Now I look at Sarajevo hear my language once again and my soul is full of happiness on Bosnian land I stand ---- and my soul is full of happiness on Bosnian land I stand ---- I don’t dream of riches or rivers made of gold this is where my youth belongs I’m a child of Bosnia’s soul ---- this is where my youth belongs I’m a child of Bosnia’s soul