Asim Bajramović
**I Dream of a Life Full of Hope**
I dream of a life full of hope
and of better times long ago,
when I was once happy
by my Fatnica Field.
Fatnica Field, a green carpet,
Jastrebinjak there by its side,
where my youth remained,
where my days were left behind.
Life carries many dreams,
my dreams break my soul,
another mows my grass
on my Fatnica Field.
From Obod he drinks the water
that gives hope to life,
nothing here belongs to me,
my soul remained there.
Memories constantly carry me away,
I see my field and ponds,
while tears wet my cheeks,
the dear face of my old mother.
On Obod, it seems to me,
as if a bećarac song is heard,
in a moment everything stands still,
and the soul rejoices.
Life carries many dreams,
my dreams break my soul,
another mows my grass
on my Fatnica Field.
From Obod he drinks the water
that gives hope to life,
nothing here belongs to me,
my soul remained there
**I Dream of a Life Full of Hope** I dream of a life full of hope and of better times long ago, when I was once happy by my Fatnica Field. Fatnica Field, a green carpet, Jastrebinjak there by its side, where my youth remained, where my days were left behind. Life carries many dreams, my dreams break my soul, another mows my grass on my Fatnica Field. From Obod he drinks the water that gives hope to life, nothing here belongs to me, my soul remained there. Memories constantly carry me away, I see my field and ponds, while tears wet my cheeks, the dear face of my old mother. On Obod, it seems to me, as if a bećarac song is heard, in a moment everything stands still, and the soul rejoices. Life carries many dreams, my dreams break my soul, another mows my grass on my Fatnica Field. From Obod he drinks the water that gives hope to life, nothing here belongs to me, my soul remained there