Song was created as a tribute to the people, who have not lived to satisfaction with retirement and there was given to them to enjoy a normal life what we all expect. Especially I would like to dedicate it Podolance Annie, whose memories had a huge impact on the shape of the song. Polish Borderlands is the most painful and tragic amputation eastern Polish. Tragic, because I do not sutured wounds that bleed festering today. Everything can burn, cut and delete. Even the memory. BUT FOR EVERYTHING EVER COME TO PAY, OR atone ... Podolia crying stone Podolia crying stone hen the forest is the stone Podolanka sat on it samiusieńka as this stone. Sitting, sobbing, hands breaks where is the truth and who is lying eyes in tears, voice breaks What is the truth and who is lying? He heard loud crying young it was a beautiful Ukrainian Ill give you a heart, you let wreath willing to marry you Tenderly whispers still a girl Sweet plays the mandolin singing across the land. You can hear it in every valley. Id give you a garland I might and loved, I would give you a garland, gave, if you are not afraid. Fear not my pleasant Do not be afraid of me, my pleasant Polka wife have, this pride Have a wife, it is pride. Then he whispered to her secretly I love you more than life take care of the children properly because I love you more than life. She listened, rethinking completely trust wholeheartedly loved and gave him his hand. The future of war turmoil This armed conflict changed heart trump, longer commands the other listens. Crowed red hens in the village hen crows the third time in the village fellows fell one hundred forty nightmare ... in my head does not fit. Wind tugging church bells beats the wind in the church bells with the smoke went all the houses pogrom almost complete. All around are beautiful ladies, comely Ukrainian, I do not want to brave wife women eager to rid the wifey One grabbed her head the other holding her leg third cut in half that until I can not sing. The fire destroyed the house as in a steel mill Husband not lifted a finger in the shoe. feeling burned out, Had better well-being. The village was close to extinction around crying her heart squeezes scared foci and fled into the woods kids. The Polish Borderlands came out The new Poland resident but peace did not experience lived to see the end of war. Beautiful young man grew up there Pole this or Ukrainian? how beautiful this young man Pole this or Ukrainian? Hes going to look for the grave of his mother looking for the village and the grave grandmother no graves, no cabin where the village was, growing flowers Hen he saw the huge stone whence there red stone sits crying voice breaks where is the truth and who is lying He hears the whole Ukraine heard the crying girl asked the boy begins - What is the cause of thy tears? He tells the story her story in tears consists of a girl quite pale sits on the edge of the stone Again, after a while terrified sank to a faint, he fell into the arms, although the story is not over. Not once heard about this already nanny softly sang a song did not believe, denied so that the story was. Although when I was little In you I saw my father today sometimes in a dream you saw I recognized my brother I do not want the father executioner Shame father in the eyes of the world! Today I own brother. Let burn murder robe. I am here sowed spring flowers nots, pansies not only for my mother for a neighbor, the neighbor. So is a Ukrainian group OUN, UPA banderowska instead of grain sowed corpse dumb and pretends today. Red white stone today instead of white, still red innocent blood filtered as if he was beaded with dew Polish Borderlands end in Katyn Podolia, Volhynia Lesser sleeping in Katyn slay hidden in Volyn Deception come the end of the Must stand there tomb, that saw him worldling not ruled banderowiec. The whole Borderlands crying stone replace it with heart! Replace ... The whole truth branded memory reshape the heart, reshape stone Only true glory proclaims Shame about the stigma of asking today blood of the innocent prayers rosi let him cross over the graves rises. 15 March 2010. Aut. Grazyna K.
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 07:08:25 +0000