I've tried to find the words to tell But how can words reflect their hell I'm struck by hollow empty eyes Faith is gone, trust replaced by lies What's a home if it isn't yours Is it human if if you can't show remorse Respect is a laugh when guns blast They just live today, it might be their last
It's a regular day in Bosnia It's a regular kid in Bosnia Something's still burning in Bosnia I will never forget about Bosnia
I'm walking through this ghost-town Definite silence all sounds will drown Burned down houses withness paranoia Ethnic cleansing, name of the destroyer A family portrait, it's lying in rubbish I think I know but still I pray, I hope, I wish Hunted, killed for what cause Another führer's megalomania of course!
He tells me about the mine-fields he has crossed He tells me about the friends he had lost He tells me about his sister being blown to bits He tells me about mines cleared away by kids He tells me Serbs and Moslims used to walk hand in hand He tells me things I will never understand
It's the same in Croatia It's the same in Bosnia It's the same in Kosovo It's the same in Servia
In 1998 we did a tour throughout former Yugoslavia. We've met all kinds of people. Moslems, Croatian people, Serbian kids, all kinds of persons who believe in a different God or have a different tradition. This whole trip impressed me as a person and us as a band very much. We saw the burned down houses (they're still there), we heard the horrible stories and we saw the ‘no-future-faces' of the kids overthere. Those eyes filled with hatred. But it wasn't only depressing; every night kids went crazy (in a positive way) when we played our songs. They had a great time. And it felt very strange to me. Fun and pain, so close together. One night some kid came to me and said I lost all my family and friends during the war. Every day and every minute I think of them. But today, for the first time since the war, I could clear my mind for an hour and a half. And that was during your concert. Thank you . And I can tell you, words like these mean more to me than the over 100.000 albums we have sold in Holland.
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