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Symphonie n°3 "des chants plaintifs"
Song Cycle by Henryk Mikołaj Górecki (1933 - 2010)
View original-language texts alone: Symphony no. 3 (Symphony of Sorrowful Songs)
1. Lento, sostenuto tranquillo ma cantabile
Language: Polish (Polski)
Synku miły i wybrany. Rozdziel z matką swoje rany; A wszakom cię, synku miły, w swem sercu nosiła. A takież tobie wiernie służyła. Przemow k matce, bych się ucieszyła, Bo już jidziesz ode mnie, moja nadzieja miła.
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- by Bible or other Sacred Texts , Lamentation of the Holy Cross Monastery
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1. Lento, sostenuto tranquillo ma cantabile
Language: French (Français)
Mon fils désiré et aimé, Partage tes blessures avec ta mère ; Et parce que, mon cher fils, Je t'ai toujours porté dans mon cœur, Et que je t'ai servi fidèlement. Parle à ta mère Pour la rendre heureuse, Bien que tu me quittes déjà Mon espoir chéri.
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- Translation from Polish (Polski) to French (Français) copyright © 2019 by Guy Laffaille, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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2. Lento e largo, tranquillissimo
Language: Polish (Polski)
Mamo, nie płacz, nie. Niebios Przeczysta Królowo. Ty zawsze wspieraj mnie. Zdrowaś Mario.
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- by Helena Wanda Blazusiakówna , written on the wall of her gestapo prison cell
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2. Lento e largo, tranquillissimo
Language: French (Français)
Mère, non, ne pleure pas. Reine pure du ciel, Soutiens-moi toujours. Je te salue Marie.
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3. Lento, cantabile semplice
Language: Polish (Polski)
Kajze mi sie podzioł mój synocek miły? Pewnie go w powstaniu złe wrogi zabiły. Wy niedobrzy ludzie, dlo Boga świętego cemuście zabili synocka mojego? Zodnej jo podpory juz nie byda miała, choć bych moje stare ocy wypłakała. Choćby z mych łez gorkich drugo Odra była, jesce by synocka mi nie ozywiła. Lezy on tam w grobie, a jo nie wiem kandy, choc sie opytuja miedzy ludzmi wsandy. Moze nieborocek lezy kaj w dołecku. a mógłby se lygać na swoim przypiecku. Ej, ćwierkeycie mu tam, wy ptosecki boze, kiedy mamulicka znalezć go nie moze. A ty, boze kwiecie, kwitnijze w około, niech sie synockowi choć lezy wesoło.
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- from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , from the Opole region
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3. Lento, cantabile semplice
Language: French (Français)
Où est allé Mon fils chéri ? Sans doute dans le soulèvement Le cruel ennemi l'a tué. Et vous gens cruels, Au nom de Dieu, Pourquoi avez-vous tué Mon fils ? Plus jamais Je n'aurai de soutien, Même si je pleure Pour mon ancienne vie. Même si mes larmes Devaient faire un deuxième Oder, Elles ne feraient pas revivre Mon fils perdu. Il est allongé dans la tombe, Et je ne sais pas où Bien que je ne ne cesse de demander à tout le monde. Peut-être que le pauvre enfant Se trouve dans un trou Au lieu d'être allongé Dans son lit douillet. Oh, chantez pour lui, Petits oiseaux de Dieu, Car sa mère Ne peut pas le trouver. Et vous, petites fleurs de Dieu, Fleurissez tout autour, De sorte que mon fils Puisse dormir heureux.
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- Translation from Polish (Polski) to French (Français) copyright © 2019 by Guy Laffaille, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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- a text in Polish (Polski) from Volkslieder (Folksongs) , from the Opole region
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Word count: 135
Translation © by Guy Laffaille