All lift glasses to the blessed new day
Offer kisses to the bride
And the groom-who-is-not-to-be
In a bombing by their own… shelling and a killing
Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo

Married posthumously at his own funeral
Grieving widow as the bride
And the mother-still-yet-to-be
In their God's eye
They are one Same as you and me
Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo

Born of plenty, gone too soon
Was the groom Lying at the feet of lies
That make brothers kill themselves
In the West that won their minds
Same as you and me
Offer kisses to the bride of Sarajevo

So blessed Having a baby
To die in a refugee camp
There's a wedding in Sarajevo
A wedding in Sarajevo
Out there by the graveyard
Watch out for the mortars I guess
We've been chosen To live and to free the land

There's a wedding in Sarajevo
A wedding in Sarajevo
Out there by the graveyard
Watch out for the mortars

By the power vested in All that love is
Sacrificing those who care
Not of what group that they belong
People here all look the same
Same as you and me Nothing else left
But to grieve for Sarajevo