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Post by Bonobo on Jul 30, 2011 19:31:18 GMT 1
A beautiful ballad by Krystyna Janda, a famous Polish actress, 1980s:
I am on the bend, Mister.
Unbeliavable ballads by Ewa Demarczyk, 1960s: The town of Tomaszów
You have such green eyes
How funny you are
Peas and Roses
Kasia Sobczyk - Little Prince - 1960s
Urszula - Dandillions, Kites and Wind - 1982
Magda Umer - Chestnut trees are already rustling - 1970s
Magda Umer - About blue fragrant peas - 1970s
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Post by Bonobo on Jul 30, 2011 19:47:18 GMT 1
Beata Kozidrak, with her group, Bajm, 1980s and 90s:
Two hearts, two sorrows
I regret those days and nights
Rose ball
Ok, OK, I know nothing
Monkey and me
A newer song, The Land of Love, 1990s
The River of Dreams, 2000s
Love and Me
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Post by tufta on Feb 20, 2013 19:24:11 GMT 1
In relation with recently opened thread about Polish Gypsies
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Post by Bonobo on Oct 20, 2015 23:41:09 GMT 1
I discovered that singer some time ago and got fascinated.
Anna Wyszkoni
You could ask me if I love you But doing so you wake the demons So, you see, my honey, it is not such a good question
Ask me what I love you for `Cause it is not true that one loves for nothing And it is not true that for everything Ask me about it, honey.
And I love you And I love you for I love you for being.
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Post by Bonobo on Dec 21, 2018 17:52:07 GMT 1
Red Tulip - The only thing I have is illusions
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Post by Bonobo on Jan 24, 2022 21:00:59 GMT 1
Mart Bizoń sings a patriotic song about Poland
There is a place at the junction of roads Where East meets West ... Our navel of the world, Our poor paradise ... There is a place Such a country. Smoke pulls over the pastures, Willows like spectres in veils of mist, Here is a roadside cross, There is a sacred grove ... There is a place Such a country. Who will remain here in despair, Break their hands, cry and drink, This sacred law he has, without a doubt ... There is a place Such a country. Hope is taught by those who Know how to cast their dice on their lives For the fathers of the graves, For the third of May ... There is a place Such a country. From generations of toil, from sacrificial blood The days of glory will come. God help me And persevere! This is our place This is our country!
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