Prokletstvo Balkana

#CapCut Jag skapade den här fantastiska videon med CapCut. Öppna länken för att testa: capcut.com/tools/desktop-video-editor If this song opens your heart, then it has already done what it was meant to do. Personal note from AIDO2: I want to say a few words about this song, because it did not come from nowhere. “Prokletstvo Balkana” began as an original English poem that I wrote on my phone during the flight from Sarajevo to Gothenburg. I had been back to Bosnia and Herzegovina for grief and support, walking, watching, listening, feeling the place, taking pictures, hearing the music, and carrying many impressions with me. I do not claim to know every part of the Balkans equally well. Each country has its own history, wounds, pride, and voice. But I do know Bosnia through many visits, conversations, memories, emotions, and lived experiences. And I believe that, across the Balkans, there is a shared emotional archetype among people: warmth, humour, sadness, pride, kindness, music, contradiction, and old wounds that can live inside people and families. This song is not a political statement. It is a heart-to-heart reflection. When I came home, I refined the poem. I listened to music. I looked at the pictures I had taken in Sarajevo. I kept shaping the feeling until it became a song. The Bosnian lyrics came from the original English poem, but the emotion needed to live closer to the language, rhythm, and atmosphere of the region. I use AI in my creative process, including AI Song Maker for generating the musical result, but the feeling, the direction, the message, and the final judgment are mine. AI does not decide what I feel. It does not know why I wrote this. I guide the song until it carries the emotion I intended. “Prokletstvo Balkana” is not written against ordinary people. It is written against inherited hatred, old wounds, and the sadness of people who could love more freely if they were not taught to carry pain from the past. For me, the cover image also matters. The flower behind the fence says something simple: people can become trapped by their own hatred. The fence is not only outside them. Sometimes it is inside them. Below are the Bosnian lyrics, the English translation, and the original English poem that started the song. Thank you for listening. AIDO2 -- Bosnian Lyrics [Verse 1] Balkan je mjesto gdje mržnja niče kao trava poslije kiše. Sijeku je, pa opet sade, u zemlju gdje se duše hlade. Hrane se njom kao hljebom, pod istim suncem, pod istim nebom. Govore blago, osmijeh im sija, a ispod riječi stara bol se krije. [Pre-Chorus] Ništa nije čisto, ništa nije pravo, kad srce nosi ono staro. Komšija više nije brat, nego sjena, strah i rat. [Chorus] Šta da kažem o Balkanu? Da li da odem i kažem zbogom? Ovi ljudi trebaju nježnost pravu, da se vrate srcu svome. Ne treba nam nova rana, ni krv u ime starih dana. Ako vjera rađa rat, onda ljubav mora biti znak. [Verse 2] Srbin, Hrvat, Musliman, svi pod istim nebom sam. Svako ime nosi ranu, svaka kuća svoju stranu. Zločin zovu tuđim grijehom, a svoj bol kriju pod smijehom. I tako krug se opet vrti, dok se život hrani smrću. [Pre-Chorus] Ništa nije čisto, ništa nije pravo, kad srce nosi ono staro. Komšija više nije brat, nego sjena, strah i rat. [Chorus] Šta da kažem o Balkanu? Da li da odem i kažem zbogom? Ovi ljudi trebaju nježnost pravu, da se vrate srcu svome. Ne treba nam nova rana, ni krv u ime starih dana. Ako vjera rađa rat, onda ljubav mora biti znak. [Bridge] Religija nije nož u ruci, nije zastava u tuđoj muci. Ako Boga tražiš kroz rat, izgubio si Njegov glas. Vjeruj u ljubav, ne u podjele, u oči djece, u ruke tople. Ko oprosti, taj ne pada, u njemu živi nova nada. [Final Chorus] Šta da kažem o Balkanu? Možda još ima svjetla u njemu. Ako čovjek spusti mržnju staru, može naći dušu svoju. Ne treba nam nova rana, ni krv u ime starih dana. Vjeruj u ljubav, čuvaj mir, i budi vječan, budi živ. [Žao mi je, ali stvarno nisam raspoložen za bilo kakvu političku raspravu.] One of the things I remember about Bosnia is simple kindness. Near where we stayed, there was a bakery open twenty-four hours. Inside, by the wall, there was a wooden ledge. One day, I noticed bread placed there, and someone told me that people sometimes buy extra bread and leave it there for those who do not have money. No name. No applause. No announcement. No one is claiming to be good. Just bread left for someone hungry. That is kindness. That is also Bosnia.