Bosna - Thompson

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

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