War is here, but we await peace,

We are in a corner of the world

Where nobody seems to hear us.

But we are not afraid.

And we will not give up.

 

We are only twelve years old.

We can’t influence politics and war,

But we want to live!

And we want to stop this madness.

My father is a Croat,

My mother is a Serb,

But I don’t know who I am.

 

There are so many people who did not ask for this war,

Or for the black earth that is now over them.

Among them are our friends.

 

When I walk through town,

I see strange faces,

Full of bitterness and pain.

Where has our laughter gone?

Where is our happiness?

Somewhere far, far away from us.

 

Why did they do this to us?

We’re their kids.

All we want is to play our games and see our friends.

And not to have this horrible war.

 

I couldn’t believe there could ever be life in our town again.

Anyone who saw the destruction would feel the same.

That is why this dirty war must stop.

 

I had a new tricycle,

Red and yellow

And with a bell…

Do you think they have destroyed my tricycle too?

 

I try not to talk about these things,

But I get so upset

And keep having nightmares about what happened.

 

I send you this message:

Don’t ever hurt the children.

They are not guilty of anything.

 

Now I can’t sleep.

I try to forget ,

But it doesn’t work.

I have such difficulty feeling anything anymore.

 

We are children without a country and without hope.

 

戰爭在這裡，但我們在等待和平，

我們在世界的一角

似乎沒有人聽到我們的聲音。

但我們並不害怕。

而且我們不會放棄。

 

我們才十二歲。

我們不能影響政治和戰爭，

但我們想活下去！

我們想要阻止這種瘋狂。

我的父親是克羅地亞人，

我的母親是塞爾維亞人，

但我不知道我是誰。

 

這麼多人沒有要求這場戰爭，

或者是現在在他們身上的黑土。

這些人其中有我們的朋友。

 

當我走過小鎮的時候

我看到奇怪的面孔，

充滿苦澀和痛苦。

我們的笑聲在哪裡消失了？

我們的幸福在哪裡？

在離我們遙遠的地方。

 

他們為什麼這樣對我們這樣做？

我們是他們的孩子。

我們想要的只是玩我們的遊戲，看看我們的朋友。

而不是這場可怕的戰爭。

 

我無法相信我們的城鎮再次有生命。

任何看到破壞的人都會有同感。

這就是為什麼這場骯髒的戰爭必須停止。

 

我有一輛新的三輪車，

紅色和黃色

還有鐘聲......

你認為他們也摧毀了我的三輪車嗎？

 

我盡量不談論這些事情，

但是我很生氣

關於發生過的事情，繼續做噩夢。

 

我傳給你這個訊息：

永遠不要傷害孩子們。

他們沒有任何過錯。

 

現在我無法入睡。

我試著忘記，

但沒有用。

我再也無法感知任何事物。

 

我們是沒有國家，沒有希望的孩子。