We must run, run, driving swiftly
Against the sun, to the river
The bomb did not wound, the bullet missed
And the fist drove back the Serb assailants .
Quickly now, hospital bound, the wounded
They must be seen to, kindness for the Kinder.
And yet we must depart. Bomb-welcomed,
We in disgust must fly.
Lost, lost amid the swirl-streets of Sarajevo,
There is the architect of history on the corner
He leaps, war brewing in his eyes
And sets the match to Europe.
Live for the children, live for the world,
We stumble back into the dark
It is nothing, it is nothing, it is nothing.