Two young artists Haris Alic and Djordje Sarcevic wrote a rap song called We Are All The Same for their band DnK Crew based in Potocari, Srebrenica. Â The band has four members, two Bosniak Muslims and two Serbians. The song lyrics were read out at a concert in Alkmaar in the Netherlands called Songs to Remember on the 4th May 2010 attended by over 350 people. Â This event was the first in a series of six events organised as part of an EU Coordination Project (Culture 2007 – 13) developed by Opera Circus with partners Musicians without Borders International and BiH, Teater Mimart, Belgrade Serbia and The University of Edinburgh. Â More on this soon.
Here are the song lyrics in a general translation by the Bosnian poet Goran Simic.
I don’t cry anymore because only idiots cry
My poetry lines cry for me after seeing where I live
God, is there anybody in the world to stop this “nationalism rocketâ€
When I see where I am I stop breathing
I lose my inspiration and stop writing
But I will always call their names
Pederas -Â brother
Refrain:
For everything that happened let your thoughts fly
The spilt tears run down the windows that cover my heart
Tonight I will play without worrying
Tonight I heal my wounds singing songs, my brother
Why do we have to hate each other because somebody wants it
We slaughtered each other even though we didn’t want it
I am the Muslim but I hate nobody
Like a nobody I believe in just one God
Why can’t I go to my neighbour to have a coffee
If some time ago we were cooked together in the same oven
Not in the kitchen but at protests
Why should we all have grim faces
If I am Muslim going to the Mosque
Why do I have to hate Anex and avoid his front yard
Why not have a girlfriend with the name Tanja or Sanja
And marry one of them one day
We live together in the same city suffocating in the same stink
Together we vote for the same Government and sit in the same shade
But unfortunately our minds are cluttered with ugly thoughts
Just let it all be because we are all the same.
In Bosnian/Serbian.
Svi smo isti
Vise ne placem stalno jer samo p**** placu,
Kad vidim u cemu zivim stihovi za mene placu
Boze, ima li ko naovom svetu da moze zaustaviti “ nacionalizam raketuâ€
Kad vidim gde sam prestanem disat’
Izgubim inspiraciju pa ne mogu pisat’
Al’ zauvijek ja cu njih prozivat
Pederase brate ja cu dissovat
Al’ oni sad vise nisu bitni
Sranje brate spram ovih oni su sitni
Hrvat, Musliman, Srbin il Cigan
Svi smo mi ista bagra niko na ovom svijetu niej pogan
A I ovi matori su se zajedno smejali
Jedan drugom praznike cestitali
A sada decu u nacionalizam vode
Samo zato sto su se klali kod Knezevac vode.
Ref.
Za sve sto je bilo pusti misli da poelte
Sve prolivene suze, srce spustite roletne
Nocas cu da rokam, da se bedam ne smijem
Nocas lijecim rane brate pjevajuci pjesme
Za sve sto je bilo pusti misli da polete
Sve prolivene suze srce spustite roletne
Nocas cu da rokam da se brinem ne smem
Nocas lecim rane buraz pevajuci pesme
Zar moramo da se mrzimo zato sto to neko zeli
Klali smo se I ubijali a to nismo htjeli
Ja jesam musliman I ne mrzim nikoga
Ja vjerujem ko Nooby1 u Boga jednoga
Zasto da ne mogu otici kod komsije na kafu
Kad smo nekad stajali u istome saftu
Ne na namazu nego na protestima
Zasto da nam uvijek budu siva lica svima
Ako sam musliman I idem u dzamiju
Zar moram mriz ANEX-a I obilazti njegovu avliju
Da se zato moja djevojka ne moze zvati Tanja, Sanja
Da se zato ja ne mogu ozenit njima
U istome zivimo gradu u istome se gusimo smradu
Zajedno biramo vladu I sjedimo u istom hladu
Al nazalost glave sun am pune ruznih misli
Okanite se bolan toga jer svi smo mi isti.
Haris Alic I Djordje Sarcevic
Potocari, Srebrenica.