Bosnia

I would like to state my vision Life was so unfair We live in our secure surroundings And people die out there Bosnia was so unkind Sarajevo changed my mind And we all call out in despair All the love we need isn't there And we all sing songs our rooms Sarajevo erects an undertune Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo Bosnia was so unkind Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo Bosnia was so unkind Sure things would change if we really wanted them to No fear for children anymore There are babies in their hands, terror in their heads For life, for life When do the saints go marching in? When do the saints go marching in? --- Bosnia - The Cranberries