Sarajevo (Cyrillic: Сарајево) (pronounced [sǎrajɛʋɔ]) is the capital and largest city of Bosnia and Herzegovina, with an estimated population of over 311,161 people within its administrative limits. It is also the capital of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina entity, as well as the center of the Sarajevo Canton, which has a population of 438,757. Nestled within the greater Sarajevo valley of Bosnia, it is surrounded by the Dinaric Alps and situated along the Miljacka River in the heart of Southeastern Europe and the Balkans.
Sarajevo is the leading social and cultural center of Bosnia and Herzegovina, and its region-wide influence in politics, education, entertainment, media, fashion, science, and the arts contribute to its status as Bosnia and Herzegovina's major economic center.
The city is historically famous for its traditional cultural and religious diversity, with adherents of Islam, Orthodoxy, Catholicism and Judaism coexisting there for centuries. Due to this long and rich history of religious and cultural variety, Sarajevo is often called the "Jerusalem of Europe" or "Jerusalem of the Balkans". It was, until recently in the 20th century, the only major European city to have a mosque, cathedral, Orthodox church and synagogue within the same neighborhood.
In the town of Sarajevo
There's an old medieval square
There's a church aside on corner
Most believe was always there
I was built a thousand years before
Any new were born
And its glory was its belfry
With its stones all gray and worn
New there's a gargoyle on that belfry
And he's been up there for years
And he has watched and he has pondered
What is laughter
What are tears?
And he's never found his answers
As he sees the years go by
But he watches and he wonders
Families worlds apart
War Torn - broken hearts
Thousand sad goodbyes
as this city dies
symbol of a war
Sarajevo
You're their hope their home
hear the people pray
Smoke will fade away
Ruins of a town
Tears of pain fall down
War has called your name
Who will take the blame
give them hope and light
Sarajevo
You're their hope their home
out of dust and smoke
give them peace and hope
Sarajevo
You're their hope their home
hear the people pray
Smoke will fade away
... will fade away ...
Sarajevo
You're their hope their home
hear the people pray
Smoke will fade away
Sarajevo, am I alone here?
Am I wet from desire or is it fear?
Cheek to the ground, sand in my teeth
You've ripped out my skin
And the pride underneath
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
You've wrecked my beauty
Through years of war
And though it hurts, I still want more
I'll send it to you, my body is yours
It's my mind you're after to rape and deplore
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
Do I want you because I fear you?
I should run but I need you
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
For you to kill me, Sarajevo
So I wait here patiently
Ese legionario que se va a luchar,
mercenario, vendido, sólo por cobrar.
Colabora con la ONU, es un especial,
criminales, asesinos, pues te pueden matar.
Y la ayuda humanitaria tienen que entregar
empujando, golpeando a la gente de allá.
El imperialismo yanki avanza sin cesar
Etiopía, Yugoslavia, sometidos sin más.
Es un cebo, Sarajevo. (Bis)
Organización de las naciones unidas,
especulación ciudades vendidas.
Intereses comunes para bandos contrarios
y niveles contrarios para igualdades comunes.
Nadie se acuerda de los negritos,
que pasan hambre de chiquititos
y ahora me vienen con ese cuento
del legionario y el alimento.
Es un cebo, Sarajevo.
Mata la CIA en Etiopía.
We were the lucky few.
A luck we soon outgrew,
And now instead we drift again.
How I miss Sarajevo.
Oh we were lost at sea,
A pause for thought, the we
Slip beneath the foam and fall
Down to the seabed.
Good times die young,
For the Faraway Kids on the run.
Nowhere to hide.
The Faraway Kids.
The Faraway Kids.
At night, my soul sets sail
In minute detail.
When I wake, I cry. For I
I have lost Sarajevo.
Oh, the charges lacked all proof,
And failed to light the fuse
For the Little Brutes,
But I forsook Sarajevo.
Good times die young,
For the Faraway Kids on the run.
Nowhere to hide.
I can't outrun
The terrible things I have done.
I can't outrun
The Faraway Kids.