Henryk Górecki: Sinfonía N° 3 3/3

Where has he gone,
My dearest son?
Killed by the hars enemy, perhaps,
In the rebelion.

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 Oder (nombre polaco)
They would not bring back
my son to life.

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.