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October 2009 
Sorrowful Song
Posted on Mar 8th, 2009
by 
Geo
Geo
I have had this piece on CD for some time, and it draws me into a special place each time I listen to it. And, conversely, I have to be in a special place first, to place the CD into my player, then sit back and let the music, the words, and the images wash over me, drawing out emotions not felt in a while, a bit of a cleansing, too.
Laura posted this video, and it makes the piece even more powerful and piercing for me.
Get quiet, and listen to this piece and maybe find and view the whole movie.
The third movement of the piece, not heard here, is a folk song in which a mother laments the loss of her soon, whose body she now seeks, the insistent ostinato of the orchestra, pointing a melodic line of the greatest simplicity. The symphony ends with an expression of hope, allowing the boy, killed by cruel enemies, to rest in peace, lulled by God's song-birds and surrounded by the flowers of God.
Laura posted this video, and it makes the piece even more powerful and piercing for me.
Get quiet, and listen to this piece and maybe find and view the whole movie.
Gorecki Symphony No. 3 "Sorrowful Songs" - Lento e Largo
The third movement of the piece, not heard here, is a folk song in which a mother laments the loss of her soon, whose body she now seeks, the insistent ostinato of the orchestra, pointing a melodic line of the greatest simplicity. The symphony ends with an expression of hope, allowing the boy, killed by cruel enemies, to rest in peace, lulled by God's song-birds and surrounded by the flowers of God.
Kajze mi sie podzoi
moj synocek mily?
Pewnie go w powstaniu
zie wrogi zabily
Wy niecobrzy luzie,
dlo Boga sweitego
cemuscie zabil
synocka majego?
Zodnej jo podpory
juz nie byda miala,
ocy wyplakala.
Chocby z mych lez gorzkich
drugo Odra byla,
jesce by synocka
mi nie ozywila.
Lezy on tam w grobie
a jo nie wiem kandy,
choc sie optuja
miedzy ludzmi wsandy.
Moze nieborocek
lezy kaj w dolecku,
a moglby se lygac
na swoim przypiecku.
Ej, cwierkejcie mu tam,
wy ptosecki boze,
kiedy mamulicka
znaleze go nie moze.
A ty, boze kwiecie,
kwitnijze w okolo,
niech sie synockowi
choc lezy wesolo.
Where has he gone,
My dearest son?
Killed by the harsh enemy, perhaps,
In the rebellion.
You bad people,
In the name of the Holy god,
Tell me why you killed
My dear son.
Never more
will I have his protection,
Even if I weep
My old eyes away,
Or if my bitter tears
Were to make another Order,
They would not bring back
My son to live.
He lies in the grave
I know not where
Though I ask people
Everywhere
Perhaps the poor boy
Lies in a rough trench
Instead of lying, as he might,
In a warm bed.
Sing for him,
Little song-birds of God,
For his mother
Cannot find him.
And God's little flowers,
May you bloom all around
so that my son
May sleep happy.
moj synocek mily?
Pewnie go w powstaniu
zie wrogi zabily
Wy niecobrzy luzie,
dlo Boga sweitego
cemuscie zabil
synocka majego?
Zodnej jo podpory
juz nie byda miala,
ocy wyplakala.
Chocby z mych lez gorzkich
drugo Odra byla,
jesce by synocka
mi nie ozywila.
Lezy on tam w grobie
a jo nie wiem kandy,
choc sie optuja
miedzy ludzmi wsandy.
Moze nieborocek
lezy kaj w dolecku,
a moglby se lygac
na swoim przypiecku.
Ej, cwierkejcie mu tam,
wy ptosecki boze,
kiedy mamulicka
znaleze go nie moze.
A ty, boze kwiecie,
kwitnijze w okolo,
niech sie synockowi
choc lezy wesolo.
Where has he gone,
My dearest son?
Killed by the harsh enemy, perhaps,
In the rebellion.
You bad people,
In the name of the Holy god,
Tell me why you killed
My dear son.
Never more
will I have his protection,
Even if I weep
My old eyes away,
Or if my bitter tears
Were to make another Order,
They would not bring back
My son to live.
He lies in the grave
I know not where
Though I ask people
Everywhere
Perhaps the poor boy
Lies in a rough trench
Instead of lying, as he might,
In a warm bed.
Sing for him,
Little song-birds of God,
For his mother
Cannot find him.
And God's little flowers,
May you bloom all around
so that my son
May sleep happy.
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