Asim Bajramović
The Bayram song is spreading wide
it lives as long as voices sing
for you, my mother, this song has flown
beyond the endless skies and wind
it feels your dear and loving gaze
that wipes away these tears from me
those eyes that long ago one day
with sorrow watched me leave and flee
Bayram, Bayram Mubarak
let my lips now softly say
for you my dearest mother
who is far from me today
for your gentle tearful eyes
and childhood’s beauty shining bright
Bayram Mubarak, mother dear
from your only son tonight
Today is blessed Bayram day
yet sadness lives inside my soul
upon my chest they place with care
the crimson al-katmer rose
its color tries to hide the pain
while patience rules my heart somehow
within this dark and endless world
of distant western lands somehow
Bayram, Bayram Mubarak
let my lips now softly say
for you my dearest mother
who is far from me today
for your gentle tearful eyes
and childhood’s beauty shining bright
Bayram Mubarak, mother dear
from your only son tonight
The Bayram song is spreading wide it lives as long as voices sing for you, my mother, this song has flown beyond the endless skies and wind it feels your dear and loving gaze that wipes away these tears from me those eyes that long ago one day with sorrow watched me leave and flee Bayram, Bayram Mubarak let my lips now softly say for you my dearest mother who is far from me today for your gentle tearful eyes and childhood’s beauty shining bright Bayram Mubarak, mother dear from your only son tonight Today is blessed Bayram day yet sadness lives inside my soul upon my chest they place with care the crimson al-katmer rose its color tries to hide the pain while patience rules my heart somehow within this dark and endless world of distant western lands somehow Bayram, Bayram Mubarak let my lips now softly say for you my dearest mother who is far from me today for your gentle tearful eyes and childhood’s beauty shining bright Bayram Mubarak, mother dear from your only son tonight