Oh we’re back in the Balkans again,
Back to the joy and the pain
What if it burns or it blows or it snows?
We’re back to the Balkans again.
Back, where tomorrow the quick may be dead,
With a hole in his heart or a ball in his head
Back, where the passions are rapid and red
Oh, we’re back to the Balkans again!
Lied der Balkan Halbinsel
zitiert nach Edith Durham: High Albania