Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bosna, artist - Marko Perković Thompson. Album song Antologija, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 25.05.2020
Record label: croatia
Song language: Croatian
Bosna(original) |
Pjesmo moja, pjevat ću te tamo |
Tamo gdje je naša loza počela |
Staroj majci kolijevci Hrvata |
Gdje se nasa povijest krvlju pisala |
Istina o Bosni kroz kanjone teče |
I mnoge njene tajne kriju stoljeća |
Od davnina na nju svak' juriša |
K’o da nije dosta snjegova i kiša |
Sa svih strana svijeta dolazile tvrde sile mraka |
K’o da narod tamo gine iz meraka |
Jučer svetinja, danas raspeta |
Bosna ponosna, ranjena |
Tamo gdje sunce putuje |
Vjetar nosi glas, Bosna zove nas |
Tamo gdje sunce putuje |
Tu me čekaj ti, stara ljubavi |
Kreni preko planina, starom stazom djedova |
Bosna će ti reći sve, odakle nam prezime |
Gledaj lijepu Lašvansku dolinu |
Uvijek su je naša zvona budila |
Zlatna polja, našu Posavinu |
Grobovi su puni njenih sinova |
Dala Bosna Tomislava kralja |
Prvog kralja od loze Hrvata |
A kraljica dobra bješe Katarina |
U narodu zbog nje nosi se crnina |
Sred Duvanjskog polja široka i ravna |
Pisala se naša povijest slavna |
Kada Bosni pogledaš u lice |
U suzi joj vidiš drinske mučenice |
Čuvali te, Bosno, usamljeni vuci |
Slavio ih narod, zvali se hajduci |
A Srebrnu Bosnu sačuvaše vjerom |
Franjevačka braća i dušom i tijelom |
Bosno moja, čija li si sada |
Boli li te danas više nego prije |
Tko to misli da te ima, da sa tobom vlada |
Njega povijest ništa naučila nije |
(translation) |
My song, I will sing you there |
Where our lineage began |
The cradle of the Croats to the old mother |
Where our history was written in blood |
The truth about Bosnia flows through the canyons |
And many of her secrets have been hidden for centuries |
From time immemorial, everyone has been attacking her |
It's like there's not enough snow and rain |
Hard forces of darkness came from all over the world |
It's as if the people there are dying |
Yesterday holy, today crucified |
Bosnia proud, wounded |
Where the sun travels |
The wind carries the voice, Bosnia calls us |
Where the sun travels |
Wait for me there, old love |
Go over the mountains, the old grandfather's path |
Bosnia will tell you everything, where our last name comes from |
Look at the beautiful Lašva Valley |
Our bells always woke her up |
Golden fields, our Posavina |
The graves are full of her sons |
Gave Bosnia to King Tomislav |
The first king of the Croat lineage |
And the queen of good was Catherine |
Black people wear black because of it |
In the middle of the Tobacco Field, wide and flat |
Our glorious history was written |
When you look Bosnia in the face |
You see the martyrs of Drina in her tears |
Guarded you, Bosnia, lone wolves |
They were celebrated by the people, they were called bandits |
And he saved Silver Bosnia by faith |
Franciscan brothers in body and soul |
My Bosnia, whose are you now? |
Does it hurt you more today than before |
Who thinks he has you, to rule with you |
History has taught him nothing |