Mirza elaborates on his experiences which influenced the lyrical content and themes with in the song: “I’m a muslim refugee of the Nineties Balkan war and one of the first very dramatic things I remember is my whole village standing on the side of the road and crying as they waved us goodbye. We wer...
Sloboda, sine
Sloboda, sine
Sloboda, moj sine
Sloboda, moj sine
I’m not colorblind
Yet nobody told me
Why the world saw me
In black and white
Nobody told me
But it’s showing
‘Cause as a nation
We stand to face
A generation of what could have been
‘Cause you don’t hear us
Say we’re to blame
You still believe that
We’re not the same
Sloboda, sine
Sloboda, sine
Sloboda, moj sine
Sloboda, moj sine
Can we slow down this train?
In this speed that we’re moving
We’re throwing
Our soul down the drain
What is unspoken
Leaves us broken
‘Cause as a nation
We stand to face
A generation of what could have been
‘Cause You don’t hear us
Say we’re to blame
You still believe that
We’re not the same
Sloboda, sine
Sloboda, sine
Sloboda, moj sine
Sloboda, moj sine
You live in mansions
But won’t give us holes
Are we just here to do what we’re told?
You offer ashes
And waste the gold
Are we a nation
Who sold its soul?