Bosnia Is A Country Of Hatred And

I Gave In To Life. I Was Not Defeated But Outplayed.

When I Am Not Desperate, I Am Worthless.

What Can And Doesn't Have To Be Always, At The End, Surrenders To Something That Has To Be.

There Comes A Time When A Man Finds Himself In Front Of A Dark Uncrossable Abyss, Which He Himself Has Spent Years Digging. He Cannot Go Forward, And Has No Way Back. Words Have Failed, Tears Won't Help, And Who Would He Call Out To? He Can't Even Remember His Own Name. Then The Man Sees That On This God's Green Earth There Is But One True Suffering: The Torment Of Guilty Conscience.

Forgetfulness Heals Everything And Song Is The Most Beautiful Manner Of Forgetting, For In Song Man Feels Only What He Loves.