Текст песни Sarajevo (Linda Allen) с переводом

It was only for bread that I died

Not as a soldier defending our land

Not as a doctor with blood on my hands

But just as a woman whose children were hungry at home

It was only for bread that I died

It was only for god that I died

Not for the god of the Croats or Serbs

Not Christian — not Moslem — not Life’s sacred word

But the god of destruction and chaos and vengeance and greed

It was only for god that I died

It was only for love that I died

Love for my children whose eyes are too old

Love for my husband whose supper grows cold

Whose rough hands must now tend these children and soon

hold a gun

It was only for love that I died

It is only through music I live

A gentle adagio floats in the wind

The cellists hands tremble as mortars begin

And the music holds memories of lovers and friends I have known

oh, my home!

It is only through music I live

It was only for bread that I died

Excerpt from a sermon given by Scott Haasarud at Holden Village:

This last year I read the story of Vedran Smailovic who is a cellist in the

Sarajevo Symphony. One day a year ago last May at about 4 0'clock in the

afternoon, 22 people were killed by Serbian mortar fire while standing in line

outside a bakery. For the next 22 days Smailovic brought his chair and cello to

that deserted street at 4PM and with Serbian shells crashing around him,

played Albinoni’s «Adagio» to honor each person who had died.

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