Asim Bajramović
Can you hear the call to prayer
from the minaret above,
like the scent of roses
sinking deep in hearts with love.
As if we drift through paradise in a beautiful dream so warm,
and my Bosnia is scented with Bayram.
As if we drift through paradise in a beautiful dream so warm,
and my Bosnia is scented with Bayram.
A young muyezzin
awakens souls with prayer,
calling the sleeping
from dreams into the air.
Let everything shine brightly in its finest glowing form,
while my Bosnia is scented with Bayram.
Let everything shine brightly in its finest glowing form,
while my Bosnia is scented with Bayram.
Let the silk dimije
flutter soft and light,
what could be dearer
to the longing heart tonight?
Just like copper cups filled with Bayram sherbet warm,
while my Bosnia is scented with Bayram.
Can you hear the call to prayer from the minaret above, like the scent of roses sinking deep in hearts with love. As if we drift through paradise in a beautiful dream so warm, and my Bosnia is scented with Bayram. As if we drift through paradise in a beautiful dream so warm, and my Bosnia is scented with Bayram. A young muyezzin awakens souls with prayer, calling the sleeping from dreams into the air. Let everything shine brightly in its finest glowing form, while my Bosnia is scented with Bayram. Let everything shine brightly in its finest glowing form, while my Bosnia is scented with Bayram. Let the silk dimije flutter soft and light, what could be dearer to the longing heart tonight? Just like copper cups filled with Bayram sherbet warm, while my Bosnia is scented with Bayram.