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  • #342469

    Anonymous

    Hello.
    I’ve seen a topic about Polish rap and Polish rock and pop music. I’ve not seen the topic about Polish music in general, so I’ve made one. ;)

    I’ll put here some songs (maybe with patriotic lyrics [translation]) that I have in mind. Firstly, well-known in Poland trio that consisted of Jacek Kaczmarski, Przemysław Gintrowski and Zbigniew Łapiński. They were mostly focused on singing songs against communism in Poland. The trio doesn’t exist nowadays, as Jacek Kaczmarski died in 2004 and Przemysław Gintrowski in 2012. Zbigniew Łapiński finished his career due to disease.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpxtIs_aQhw

    Wyspiański (Polish writer and painter, there is a topic about him here, created by Al Iocului)

    I walk gloomy, and the bells plays for me
    Beating from all churches
    I walk gloomy, and the towers glisters for me
    Stinging the sky by their spires.

    And the rank of the holy cairns,
    Wawel’s magnific wall,
    The sparkling depth of Vistula,
    Golden buggle’s call choir.
    The rustle of knightly wings,
    And bustling crown at the bottom
    And around is folksy parlance
    They still lie to me that it is Poland.

    As here is the circle of slavery,
    The nation’s long night,
    And this royal gord,
    Is only pretending the power.
    And this cathedral bell
    Its pulsing tone
    Deceives only fools
    That we govern ourselves.

    And I dream of Poland,
    That is not only a stained glass
    Nor a comedy on stage,
    But a fulfillment.
    Let it become the one,
    That is not a pretence,
    That is not only a signboard,
    But which is alive.

    And people, who are bypassing me,
    And who are solacing themselves,
    A consolation is a shield for them,
    And it is sufficing for them.
    The vicious thought tempts them,
    That everything must be kept this way
    And they will be lying
    That she will be resurrected by herself.

    I scream inside of me
    Inspired by these words:
    Only those will live to see the day of liberation
    Who are liberated by their will.

    #360695

    Anonymous

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54SS7H4k4uQ

    Tren Fortynbrasa/Fortinbras threnody (a poem written by Zbigniew Herbert, who based on Shakespear’s “Hamlet”)

    Now that we’re alone we can talk prince man to man
    though you lie on the stairs and see no more than a dead ant
    nothing but black sun with broken rays
    I could never think of your hands without smiling
    and now that they lie on the stone like fallen nests
    they are as defenceless as before The end is exactly this
    The hands lie apart The épée lies apart The head apart
    and the knight’s feet in soft slippers

    You will have a soldier’s funeral without having been a soldier
    the only ritual I am acquainted with a little
    There will be no candles no singing only cannon-fuses and bursts
    crepe dragged on the pavement helmets boots artillery horses drums
    drums I know nothing exquisite
    those will be my manoeuvres before I start to rule
    one has to take the city by the neck and shake it a bit

    Anyhow you had to perish Hamlet you were not for life
    you believed in crystal notions not in human clay
    always twitching as if asleep you hunted chimeras
    wolfishly you crunched the air only to vomit
    you knew no human thing you did not know even how to breathe

    Now you have peace Hamlet you accomplished what you had to
    and you have peace The rest is not silence but belongs to me
    you chose the easier part an elegant thrust
    but what is heroic death compared with eternal watching
    with a cold apple in one’s hand on a narrow chair
    with a view of the ant-hill and the clock’s dial

    Adieu prince I have tasks a sewer project
    and a decree on prostitutes and beggars
    I must also elaborate a better system of prisons
    since as you justly said Denmark is a prison
    I go to my affairs This night is born
    a star named Hamlet We shall never meet
    what I shall leave will not be worth a tragedy

    It is not for us to greet each other or bid farewell we live on archipelagos
    and that water these words what can they do what can they do prince

    #360690

    Anonymous

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZjgKgKaFBw

    Pieśń Konfederatów Barskich/Canto of Bar Confederates (written by Polish poet Juliusz Słowacki in a drama “Ksiądz Marek”, this version was played in movie “Pogarda”)

    We will never be in alliances with the kings,
    We will never bow before the power,
    As we are on Christ’s order,
    Servants of Mary.

    So although the world will craze and the sun will shake,
    Although the clouds and seas will puff up,
    Although on dragons the armies will fly –
    We will not be appaled.

    God of our fathers is today with us,
    So he will not let us fall in any defeat.
    As he was with our fathers,
    They were victorious.

    So we will not plunge in any wolf’s burrow,
    We will not dread before hardrock’s reign,
    As we know that even the tombs themselves
    Will give us to God.

    With the skylarks we woke up to work
    And we will go sleep past afterglow,
    But in the tombs we are still soldiers
    And God’s regiment.

    As who trusted Lord Christ
    And walked on holy country’s enslistment,
    He will arise de profundis*
    From a dark barrow.

    God is our refuge and anchor,
    As long as he stays with us, whole hells will fracture –
    Neither the fire dragons will scare,
    Nor dread us.

    The hunger will not broke us, nor any grief.
    We will not pay tribute to any homage of the world,
    As we went to Christ’s enlistment,
    On his pay.
    ______________________

    * de profundis – from Latin, means “from the depths”

    #360689

    Anonymous
    #360679

    Anonymous

    Jacek Kaczmarski died? :( I like him and this song, Mury.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYU3kt9EhdM

    English lyrics

    Walls

    He was inspired and young, no one would count them
    He lent them strength with his song, he sung that it was almost dawning.
    They lit thousands candles for him, smoke was rising over their heads,
    Singing it would be high time, that the wall should fall…
    They sang together with him:

    (chorus:)
    Pull the teeth of bars from the walls!
    Tear off the chains, break the whip!
    And the walls will fall, will fall, will fall
    And will bury the old world!
    (x2)

    Soon they knew the song by heart and just the melody without the words
    Carried the old meaning, shivers through hearts and heads.
    So they sung, clapped to the rhythm, their applause sounding like gunshots,
    And the chain was a burden, the dawn was dawdling…
    And he still sung and played:

    (chorus:)
    Pull the teeth of bars from the walls!
    Tear off the chains, break the whip!
    And the walls will fall, will fall, will fall
    And will bury the old world!
    (x2)

    And they saw their numbers, they felt their strength and the time,
    And singing that the dawn is near, they marched into the streets;
    They destroyed monuments and uprooted pavements — This one is with us! This one is against us!
    Who’s alone is our worst enemy!
    And the singer was also alone.

    He looked at the steady march of the crowds,
    Silent he listened to the thunder of their steps,
    And the walls grew, grew, grew
    The chain dangled at the feet…

    He looks at the steady march of the crowds,
    Silent he listens to the thunder of their steps,
    And the walls are growing, growing, growing
    The chain dangles at the feet…
    _____________________________
    http://lyricstranslate.com/en/mury-walls.html
    Submitted by Mauler on Mon, 02/09/2013 – 21:02
    Author’s comments:
    One of the most important songs of the Cold War Era, thx 4 request

    #360672

    Anonymous

    @Karpivna, yes. Esophageal or laryngeal cancer. Probably his alcohol addiction caused it.

    #360669

    Anonymous

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UKO-HwTayE

    Insurrectionary picket

    I am a vagabond pauper
    Master of my own fate
    They changed for me that space
    Into well-trodden routes.

    Day after day
    Day after day
    I walk the great track of foreign armies
    Night after night
    Night after night
    The other side of the world feeds the glows

    I know only that
    There were too much of them to speak a lot
    They laughed out loud
    When I threatened them by a stick for they’ll make my world dusty

    I am a vagabond pauper
    I am not acquainted with the army
    Yet only a few
    Today, speak Polish language

    Look there
    Look there
    The homeland lies down under your glance
    Look there
    Look there
    Don’t be afraid to take a glance on your shadow

    The thunder trots from there
    The whirlwinds and stormy clouds upon a plain
    It holds the death
    More deadly than death by nature

    I am a vagabond pauper
    I can’t give you an advise
    I’ll escort to the underground
    A crowd of people similiar to you

    It’s enough trampled already
    And it doesn’t cover the bodies
    You’ll pass, I’ll remain
    An emmisary of continuance

    #360655

    Anonymous

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6yos2F_gAU

    The Response (text written by Zbigniew Herbert)

    It will be a night in deep snow
    That has a power of deadening the treads
    In a deep shadow which alterates
    The body onto two puddles of darkness
    We lie holding a breath
    And even the smallest whisper of thought

    If the wolves will not track us down
    And a man in overcoat swaying
    A quick-fire death on his chest
    One should hoick up and run
    On applause of dry and short volleys
    To the yonder, longed-for shore

    Everywhere is the same earth, teaching wisdom
    Everywhere a human cries white tears, Mothers are dandling children
    The Moon rises and builts for us a white house

    It will be a night after difficult conciousness
    This conspiration of the imagination
    Have taste of bread and levity of vodka
    But the choice of remaining here
    Confirms every dream of palm trees

    The sleep will be interrupted by three men
    Tall, made of rubber and iron
    They’ll check the surname, check the fear
    And order to walk down on stairs
    They won’t let to take anything
    Despite of the guardian’s commiserative face

    Everywhere is the same earth, teaching wisdom
    Everywhere a human cries white tears, Mothers are dandling children
    The Moon rises and builts for us a white house

    Hellenic, Roman, Medieval
    Indian, Elizabethan, Italian
    French – perhaps preeminently
    A bit of Weimar and Versaillic
    That much fatherlands we carry inside us
    On one back, on one earth

    But the one, protected by
    The number the most singular
    Is here, where they’ll tread you to the ground
    Or by spade, that haughtly rings
    In longing, they’ll dig a deep hole

    #420750

    Anonymous

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r23lND-lVd4

    My, Pierwsza Brygada / We are the First Brigade

    The Legions are a soldiers’ song,
    The Legions are a forlorn hope,
    The Legions are a soldier throng,
    The Legions are a gallant trope.

    We are the First Brigade,
    We are not afraid,
    We’ve thrown down the gauntlet,
    Our fate is not yet,
    We’ve thrown down the gauntlet!

    How much suffering and toil,
    How much blood and tears have flowed,
    As we’ve crossed near and distant soil
    In our quest after our home.

    We are the First Brigade,
    We are not afraid,
    We’ve thrown down the gauntlet,
    Our fate is not yet,
    We’ve thrown down the gauntlet!

    They cried that we had gone stark mad
    To say that conquest means to strive
    Bereft of all, we’ve shed our blood
    With our dear leader at our side!

    We are the First Brigade,
    We are not afraid,
    We’ve thrown down the gauntlet,
    Our fate is not yet,
    We’ve thrown down the gauntlet!

    #396663

    Anonymous

    A band that is no existing anymore. This song is reedited, four verses are changed – however I find it better ;) Even though I really hate songs about this topic.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q898_2qx228

    Dla Ciebie/For You

    For you I could do everything
    Whatever you want, just say
    I can afford anything, really.

    For you I could change everything
    I could even start to believe
    I can afford anything, really.

    For you I’m picking wild flowers
    I am looking for the rarest ones
    I can afford anything, really.

    Every day I pray for you
    I caress your back
    I can afford anything, really.

    It’s everything I want
    It’s everything I miss
    It’s everything I will never have
    It’s everything I want
    It’s everything I miss
    It’s everything I will never have.

    Open your eyes, look by yourself
    The fog is before us.

    For you I could do everything
    Whatever you want, just say
    I can afford anything, really.

    For you I create short fairytales
    I sing lullabies
    I can afford anything, really.

    It’s everything I want
    It’s everything I miss
    It’s everything I will never have
    It’s everything I want
    It’s everything I miss
    It’s everything I will never have.

    Open your eyes, look by yourself
    The fog is before us.

    I close my eyes,
    I don’t want to see, I don’t want to feel
    Is this over yet?

    #396665

    Anonymous

    I like each Slovenian traditional music. Variety melody reminds me of the variety of my Slavic tribe. Be patient for three minutes and listen to this.
    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FuDz0Tv_wo
    And if you’re going to strap on the top of the window, you can listen to other examples

    #396670

    Anonymous

    Great Music @GaiusCoriolanus

    #396687

    Anonymous

    @Formica, I’ve seen it already, it is awesome :D

    @Kat, I think the same. I wouldn’t put it here if I would think something opposite :D

    Here is next one. To be honest, I am not a fan of this kind of music, but Hallmann somehow made it able to listen. The lyrics in Polish and Lithuanian – Polish are Słowacki’s poem (1831). Lithuanian – I don’t know where they come from.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZEEVc7HWCo

    Pieśń Legijonu Litewskiego/Chant of Lithuanian Legion

    Lithuania lives! Lithuania lives!
    The Sun shines for her in glory,
    Many hearts beats for Lithuania,
    Many hearts stopped their beating.

    One should be a boulder! One should be a boulder,
    To suffer these bonds rusted in mould.
    For which we were taking vengeance by iron,
    And by free thought, and by free chant.
    Enemies shaked,
    The chant is gloomy,
    These Samogitian horns,
    Jesus, Maria! Forward! hop, hop, hurra!

    The Teutones tought us
    Singing, how they sang for us
    Legions! Legions!
    On Rus’! On Rus’! Go! Go!

    As if they will order us to go unto Italians,
    How can we split with ancestors graves?
    Perhaps we’ll say to Fathers ashes:
    “Arise from the graves! Come with us!”
    Vengeance on enemies,
    The chant is gloomy,
    These Samogitian horns,
    Jesus, Maria! Forward! hop, hop, hurra!

    Enough, enough Eagle and Pahonia
    Do not sharpen your beak and sword
    On both neighbour nations sufferings
    As after threatenings, anxieties,
    Perennial conflagrations
    A Lithuanian gave to a Lach brotherly hand.

    When the Tsar threatened Olgierd,
    Said old Olgierd to his deputies:
    “Take a torch to the tsar,
    Until it go out I’ll greet the tsars”.

    And with the deputies in the same night
    He stayed on Moscow’s mountains,
    He dominated the city as the eagle in the clouds
    He came with the egg in the day of Easter.
    Enemies shaked,
    The chant is gloomy,
    These Samogitian horns,
    On Perkun’s thunder! Forward! Hop, hop, hurra!

    The wall of Jagiellonian capital
    Will bloom with the carpets
    The effort will be paid by virgin sight,
    Laugh mixed with tears.

    Where a bastille covered in moss,
    By chant awaken stone from this tower
    Maybe will break, run to the feet,
    And greet Gedymin’s grandchildren.
    Further, on enemies,
    The chant is gloomy,
    These Samogitian horns,
    Jesus, Maria! Forward! hop, hop, hurra!

    Both in harmony, in peace
    Run together to the battle
    Supposedly, both are sons of same parents.
    On the buckler are glowing,
    On their banner are flying
    Pahonia with an Eagle, for shared laurels.

    No one will inculpate us now,
    No one in world will ask us:
    “Do Lithuanians still live here?”
    There our Pahonia dawns!

    But don’t ask “why such small
    Sprinkling of the brave ones flutters the banner?”
    There was more of us – though from this tree
    The storm plucked many leaves.
    Vengeance on enemies,
    The chant is gloomy,
    These Samogitian horns,
    Jesus, Maria! Forward! hop, hop, hurra!

    Ho! Sigh the streamers,
    Which are shining by the colour of freedom;
    We are flying, and behind us
    Eagles! Eagles! Eagles are following us.

    On our heads, like bunch of frostiness
    The thunders are falling… legion is dying –
    Like the laurel incrusting hero grave.
    Who is greedy of fame – plucks the leaves of laurel.
    Vengeance on enemies,
    The chant is gloomy,
    These Samogitian horns,
    Jesus, Maria! Forward! hop, hop, hurra!
    _______________________________________________________

    Parts in italics are in Lithuanian. Originally it looks like this:

    Gana, gana, ereli vyties!
    neaštrinki snapo ir ginklo
    kamynu, tautu dvieju skausmui
    nes po gresmiu, po pavojaus,
    ilgalaikiu gaisru,
    lietuvis lenkui brolišką ranką padave.

    Abu jie ramybej, taikoj,
    bega kartu i muši,
    tarsi tevu du sunus.
    Ant skydo ju šviečia,
    ant veliavos skrenda,
    vytis su ereliu del bendru tikslu.

    #388778

    Anonymous

    Two fantastic songs by modern Etno group from Poland:
    https://youtube.com/watch?v=IsUxZC9dUgo
    https://youtube.com/watch?v=hp4endJMu1E

    Modern interpretation of “Highlanders lullaby”
    https://youtube.com/watch?v=uztcOQhkVio

    “Spod tego jawora” – great version!
    https://youtube.com/watch?v=A1mYlO0DMG4

    #431854

    Anonymous

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sw3vOO4DbMQ

    Icariota feat. Roman Kostrzewski – Celtycki Chłód (Celtic Coldness)

    Touch of your lips
    Awakens a fervour in me again
    And expels somewhere away
    Cold ghosts of evil times
    Touch of your lips
    Gives me joy, though I know,
    The night is coming to an end.
    Your magic whisper.

    An axe on my throat,
    I choke
    And every thought hurts me,
    It tears to you,
    To be with you.

    Although I am weak,
    I carry myself,
    Standing up again.
    I know the taste of hard bread.

    Celtic coldness pierce me
    On lips frosty breath
    And a fog covers snowy orchard.
    I don’t see.
    I’m alone.

    ~~
    And inside me the wolf, like woody spectre in nocturnal sun of Yule festival,
    Sacrificial smoke and tart wine.
    Your son will not make a robes in Frey’s temple.
    ~~

    By touch of a hand
    You knocked me
    And I fall from the heaven
    I decay
    On million words.

    For ones a grief,
    For the others home,
    For the third fleet of foot horse.
    I hold on,
    Carry me through the glades.

    Celtic coldness pierce me
    On lips frosty breath
    And a fog covers snowy orchard.
    I don’t see.
    I’m alone.

    Celtic coldness pierce me
    On lips frosty breath
    And a fog covers snowy orchard.
    I don’t see.
    I’m alone.

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