The smell of sorrow the dawn is bringing
Morning is rising, no one is here
I hear weeping, innocent souls
Crying in the darkness becomes a song
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Near the graves, images of memories
And on them torture, faces of despair
Silver dream the time is bringing
Pain and sorrow, can not be forgotten
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Of Aman Srebrenice
Morning is rising, no one is here
I hear weeping, innocent souls
Crying in the darkness becomes a song
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Near the graves, images of memories
And on them torture, faces of despair
Silver dream the time is bringing
Pain and sorrow, can not be forgotten
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Aman, zeman [Oh, the time]
Of Aman Srebrenice
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