Asim Bajramović
Do you remember, Neretva,
the immense cold,
when they were tearing
your heart from your chest?
In the middle of broad daylight,
when darkness took over,
without the Old Bridge,
you were left alone.
The heart of my Herzegovina
and the pride of us all,
the old giant
connected your shores.
It shone in divine light
through its own beauty,
and listened to the nightingales
as they sang their songs.
When the storms came to an end,
when patience prevailed,
once again a flower blossomed
in the city of Mostar.
To embrace you, Neretva,
like light within the darkness,
to sing you songs
about beautiful Emina.
Do you remember, Neretva, the immense cold, when they were tearing your heart from your chest? In the middle of broad daylight, when darkness took over, without the Old Bridge, you were left alone. The heart of my Herzegovina and the pride of us all, the old giant connected your shores. It shone in divine light through its own beauty, and listened to the nightingales as they sang their songs. When the storms came to an end, when patience prevailed, once again a flower blossomed in the city of Mostar. To embrace you, Neretva, like light within the darkness, to sing you songs about beautiful Emina.