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

CREDITS
Carlo Audino : voice and guitars
Carlo Micheli : tenor saxophone
Riccardo Taddei : keyboard
Simone Ceracchi : bass
Luca Fareri : drums
Recorded in LR STUDIO in Lariano (Rome – ITALY)
Radiodate 18^th of March 2021
Musical arrangements by Carlo Audino and Riccardo Taddei
Lyrics and music di Carlo Audino
Alessandra Audino : photo
Sabrina Seaside : art director

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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.

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Technically speaking

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.

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