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 in our room,
Sarajevo erects another tomb

Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo
Bosnia was so unkind
Sarajevo, 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 beds,
Terror in their heads
For the love of life

When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go marching in?