Asim Bajramović
In the heart of the village flows
a cold spring clear and bright
above it bends an old poplar tree
speaking softly through the night
The poplar whispers to the spring
what his old heart longs to see
while the gentle wind keeps swaying
all his branches mournfully
The old poplar longs once more
full of joy and sweet desire
to see beside the shining spring
girls dancing in a circle choir
A circle of young maidens dancing
as the poplar speaks with pain
gathered there before the teferič
laughing, singing once again
And let the young men gather too
singing songs of love and sevdah
to awaken sleeping souls
of my beautiful Bosnia
It seems to me with blooming spring
my branches too would bloom again
but the sorrowful spring kept whispering
“Ah, my poplar… poor old friend...”
Time once gone will not return
it has flown too far away
there are no more joyful teferičs
where the maidens dance and sway
Time once gone will not return
its wings forever broken lie
my Bosnia is no longer
what she once was in days gone by
In the heart of the village flows a cold spring clear and bright above it bends an old poplar tree speaking softly through the night The poplar whispers to the spring what his old heart longs to see while the gentle wind keeps swaying all his branches mournfully The old poplar longs once more full of joy and sweet desire to see beside the shining spring girls dancing in a circle choir A circle of young maidens dancing as the poplar speaks with pain gathered there before the teferič laughing, singing once again And let the young men gather too singing songs of love and sevdah to awaken sleeping souls of my beautiful Bosnia It seems to me with blooming spring my branches too would bloom again but the sorrowful spring kept whispering “Ah, my poplar… poor old friend...” Time once gone will not return it has flown too far away there are no more joyful teferičs where the maidens dance and sway Time once gone will not return its wings forever broken lie my Bosnia is no longer what she once was in days gone by