Admira and Bosko
- 18 Marzo 2021
Lyrics and music by Carlo Audino
Bosko, tell me what's happenin' I am here next to you It's me, your Admira I'm holding your hand tight to mine We're lying here in no man's land Our dreams are flying far away Beyond the sniper Who is aiming at us This stupid war won't stop us, no It will never happen to us And then we'll run among Playing children and galloping white horses Look at me And tell me you still love me, honey Look at me Do not be afraid and hug me, darlin Love me dear Whatever may happen, sweety Love me please Love me strongly and hold my hand tight Our souls are strongly connected And no one can ever separate us So all lovers 'round the world Will know that you cannot Kill love This stupid war won't stop us, no It will never happen to us And then we'll run among Playing children and galloping white horses Look at me And tell me you still love me, honey Look at me Do not be afraid and hug me, darlin Love me dear Whatever may happen, sweety Love me please Love me strongly and hold my hand tight Forever you Oh oh, you
In depth of the lyrics
One day in May 1993 I was shocked by an article concerning the story of a couple of my age. They wanted to fulfill their love dream, planning to escape from the city where they grew up beacause it did not offer any hope for their future,( as Sarajevo had long been torn apart by an ethnic war). Boško Brkic, Serbian Orthodox, and Admira Ismic, Muslim, decided to flee on May 19th , 1993 with their little suitcase and lots of love. When they reached the Vrbanja bridge they were hit by Serbian sniper shots. Boško died almost immediately while Admira, initially only wounded, approached the body of her beloved before dying. Reading that article and seeing the photo of the couple, my peers, lying on the ground with the two bags next to them, I started crying (as I am doing now while I am writing these few introductory lines of my song). In these moments I used to (and I still do) take my guitar and imagined myself there, lying on the Vrbanja bridge next to bosko taking his hand and raising power of love far beyond snipers’ heads with a heart of stone. She whispers, but every now and then she finds the energy to cry out Love.
The saxophone gives the piece a touch of a mature woman that could represent Admira herself who in a hypothetical future turns to contemplate her past. The talented Carlo had initially performed a take with the alto saxophone but I was strongly intent on keeping faith with my mental project that saw a tenor, whose sound always makes me think of the scratched voices of mature women like Italians Mia Martini, Loredana Bertè or even Fiorella Mannoia and Tina Turner. The raises on the choruses move in an onomatopoeic way with the strength of the woman who shouts (in the verses she instead whispers to her man who she loves) the love that she wants to be stronger than what is physically happening. In fact, especially in the second relaunch of chorus, the hammond organ and distorted guitars were enhanced. Speaking of organ, especially for the beginning, an organ style “A whiter shade of pale” by Procol Harum was chosen because shortly before starting the recording, a dear friend of mine, poet and musician from Velletri, Gianni M. passed away, who loved this piece and in his honor I chose this sound.