"Zaboraviti nećemo" (lit. "We Will Not Forget") is a song co-written and performed by Perica Ivanović.
Music and lyrics
The song mentions "people in black", which may refer to the Black Swans unit of the Bosnian Army as they are notable for wearing black uniforms.[1]
Lyrics
Lyrics:
Jedan dječak mali u vihoru rata
Koga sretne pita "gdje li je moj tata?"
Tate dugo nema, Majka ne znam gdje je
Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sve
Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću
Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću
Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću
Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću
Gdje su moje male igračke za stola?
Gdje su prva slova i moj drugar Novak?
Gdje je mali Žuća, moja rodna kuća?
Da li znade neko gdje li je moj zeko?
Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću
Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću
Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću
Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću
Kad je otac čuo za svog malog sina
Krenuo je Posavinom ratov'o do Knina
Pa poruku šalje svome malom sinu
Osvetiću tvoju majku, zeku, i Krajinu
Osvetiću, sine, tvoja prva slova
Malu Žuću, našu kuću, i tvog druga Novak
Zaboravit ne smemo, oprostiti nećemo
Ove žive rane opominju same
Zaboravit ne smemo, oprostiti nećemo
Ove žive rane opominju same
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Lyrics (English):
One little boy in the whirlwind of war
Whoever he meets he asks "Where is my father?"
Father has been gone for a long time, I don't know where mother is
Some people in black took everything away from me
I must not forget, I will not forgive
Some people in black took away my happiness
I must not forget, I will not forgive
Some people in black took away my happiness
Where are my little toys by the table?
Where are my first letters and my friend Novak?
Where is small Žuća, my home where I was born in?
Does anyone know where my bunny is?
I must not forget, I will not forgive
Some people in black took away my happiness
I must not forget, I will not forgive
Some people in black took away my happiness
When the father heard what happened to his little son
He went to Posavina and fought the war all the way to Knin
So he sent a letter to his small son
I will avenge your mother, bunny, and Krajina
Son, I will avenge your first letters
Small Žuća, our house and your friend Novak
We must not forget, we will not forgive
These open wounds are a warning by themselves
We must not forget, we will not forgive
These open wounds are a warning by themselves
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