Lyrics of Bosna - Thompson

Bosna (original)

Bosna
Pjesmo moja,
pjevat ću te tamo,
tamo gdje je naša loza počela,
staroj majci kolijevci Hrvata
gdje se naša povijest krvlju pisala.
Istina o Bosni kroz kanjone teče
I mnoge njene tajne kriju stoljeća
Od davnina na nju svak' juriša,
ko da nije dosta snjegova i kiša
Sa svih strana svijeta
dolazile tvrde sile mraka
ko da narod tamo gine iz meraka.
Jučer svetinja, Danas raspeta
Bosna ponosna, ranjena
Ref: Tamo gdje sunce putuje
vjetar nosi glas
Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
tu me čekaj ti…
…Kreni preko planina
Starom stazom djedova
Bosna će ti reći sve
Gledaj lijepu Lašvansku dolinu
uvijek su je naša zvona budila,
zlatna polja, našu Posavinu,
grobovi su puni njenih sinova
Sa svih strana svijeta
dolazile tvrde sile mraka
ko da narod tamo gine iz meraka
Jučer svetinja, Danas raspeta
Bosna ponosna, ranjena
Ref: Tamo gdje sunce putuje
vjetar nosi glas
Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
tu me čekaj ti…
…Kreni preko planina
Starom stazom djedova
Bosna će ti reći sve
odakle nam prezime
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 tamo 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.
Jučer svetinja, Danas raspeta
Bosna ponosna, ranjena
Ref: Tamo gdje sunce putuje
vjetar nosi glas
Bosna zove nas
Tamo gdje sunce putuje
tu me čekaj ti…
…Kreni preko planina
Starom stazom djedova
Bosna će ti reći sve
odakle nam prezime

(translation)

Bosnia
My song,
I'll sing you there,
where our lineage began,
to the old mother the cradle of the Croats
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 attacked it,
as if there weren't enough snow and rain
From all over the world
the hard forces of darkness came
as if the people there are dying out of measure.
Yesterday holy, Today crucified
Bosnia proud, wounded
Ref: Where the sun travels
the wind carries the voice
Bosnia is calling us
Where the sun travels
wait for me here…
… Go over the mountains
The old grandfather's path
Bosnia will tell you everything
Look at the beautiful Lašva Valley
our bells always woke her up,
golden fields, our Posavina,
the graves are full of her sons
From all over the world
the hard forces of darkness came
as if the people there are dying out of measure
Yesterday holy, Today crucified
Bosnia proud, wounded
Ref: Where the sun travels
the wind carries the voice
Bosnia is calling us
Where the sun travels
wait for me here…
… Go over the mountains
The old grandfather's path
Bosnia will tell you everything
whence our surname
Dala Bosna gave King Tomislav,
the first king of the Croat lineage
And the queen of good was Catherine,
the people wear black because of it.
In the middle of the Tobacco Field, wide and flat
Our glorious history was written there.
When you look Bosnia in the face
in her tears you see the martyrs of Drina
Guarded you, Bosnia, lone wolves
They were celebrated by the people, they were called bandits
And he saved Silver Bosnia by faith
Franciscan brothers both in soul and body.
My Bosnia, whose are you now?
does it hurt you more today than before.
Who thinks you have it,
to rule with you
history has taught him nothing.
Yesterday holy, Today crucified
Bosnia proud, wounded
Ref: Where the sun travels
the wind carries the voice
Bosnia is calling us
Where the sun travels
wait for me here…
… Go over the mountains
The old grandfather's path
Bosnia will tell you everything
whence our surname