The violins play and cry
The life of the Roma is full of tears
The Roma went to the camp,
to the Banjica camp.
The Roma went to the camp,
to the Banjica camp.
They don’t forget what they saw,
What they saw, what they heard.
They don’t forget what they saw,
What they saw, what they heard.
A boy didn’t know
When he touched the barbed wire,
Oh, God he lost his hand
And was killed.
Oh, God he lost his hand
And was killed.
They don’t forget what they saw,
What they saw, what they heard.
They don’t forget what they saw,
What they saw, what they heard.
Healthy Roma have been tortured,
Tortured and killed.
God, they were alone there
They make music and cry,
God, they were alone there.
They make music and cry.
They don’t forget what they saw,
What they saw, what they heard.
They don’t forget what they saw,
What they saw, what they heard.