I am… I am but the star dust that tumbles I am but the twig that snaps beneath your umbels…

The Dustman

I am so thrilled that the Mandragora Group have started their rehearsal of my play “The Dustman,” by Anastasia Traina, in Poland, the composer is Krzysztof Buratyński, and Klaudyna Góralska is the writer of the lyrics! Here is the opening song, “Mamausiu!” If you enjoys, you can check them out on theirFB page http://www.facebook.com/GrupaMandragora

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4 responses

  1. lyrics translation (sorry for any mistakes)

    “Mommy, i love you to up heaven and back”

    WILL
    Days are changing into weeks, since you’ve been away.
    I try not to cry, mom, though I feel so bad.
    I miss your warm voice, and your laughter
    I’d give anything for your safe embrace.

    Mommy, I love you up to heaven and back
    Please, recall me, I’m still waiting here…
    Mommy, do you remember our plane journey?
    Just like then, I want to go back home already…

    Tell me, what have I done wrong,
    That you went away?
    I promise, I’ll be a good boy now, just, please, come back!
    Are you somewhere high above me, watching me from there?
    Is that your star sending me a ray of light?

    Mommy, I love you up to heaven and back
    Please, recall me, I’m still waiting here…
    Mommy, do you remember our plane journey?
    Just like then, I want to go back home already…

    It was a sweltering day, we’ve heard the sea hum.
    You said “come and bath, look, it’s fun!
    I’ll sweam just to that rock, I’ll be back soon, hey!”
    You never came back, though I’ve been waiting till the end of day…

    If I swam with you back then, if I weren’t afraid
    I could have saved you, but now it’s too late…
    (weapping)

    AUNT PROUDIE
    How should an old maiden know how to find herself
    In the situation, when she needs to mothers suddenly?
    How to deal with this little tot, he is as vulnerable as a glass?
    What to say to make it work somehow?

    Sister, why this cruel, sad kismet jeer at us?
    It should be you, not me here, to cover your boy with the blanket.
    But if – by God’s and your will- he’s ment to live with me
    I promise you, I’ll do anything to make him happy
    WILL/AUNT
    Though no one is telling him/me this, he/i already know/s ,
    From the place, you’re now siss/mommy no one ever comes back.

    January 13, 2012 at 4:17 pm

  2. Beautiful, Klaudyna!

    January 13, 2012 at 4:40 pm

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    January 19, 2012 at 3:53 pm

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    January 26, 2012 at 10:01 am

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