I would like to state my vision We live in our secure surroundings 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 Sarajevo, Sarajevo, Sarajevo Sure thigns would change if we really wanted them to No fear for children anymore There are babies in their hands, terror in their heads When do the saints go marching in? When do the saints go marching in?