That Is My Bosnia, Brother — I Was Born There

That Is My Bosnia, Brother — I Was Born There

The mountains call me home,
where golden lilies bloom,
where sevdah songs are carried
through centuries in tune.
Where rivers softly murmur,
the Neretva and Pliva flow,
where descendants of Đerzelez
have lived through ages long ago.
Where native fields are shining
with golden wheat so bright,
that is my Bosnia, brother,
where I first saw the light.

Chorus:
Bosnia is my pride,
Bosnia is my dream,
and I am Bosnia’s son,
a Bosniak proud and free.
And just like someone said
so many years ago,
Bosnia through my veins
will forever flow.

The scent of blooming meadows
has followed all my days,
my soul forever longs
to find its homeland’s place.
Where rivers sing in whispers,
the Vrbas and Sana glide,
where nightingales are singing
from blossom-covered boughs high.
In early springtime mornings,
when swallows homeward fly,
that is my Bosnia, brother,
where I was born in pride.

Chorus:
Bosnia is my pride,
Bosnia is my dream,
and I am Bosnia’s son,
a Bosniak proud and free.
And just like someone said
so many years ago,
Bosnia through my veins
will forever flow.