Poland: Chopin

POLAND
FRÉDÉRIC CHOPIN (1810-1849)

Below, you will find three performances of Chopin's Songs from Op. 74-- I've included two different versions of Życzenie/ Wish, which is the first song in Op. 74 and one performance of Gdzie lubi/ There where she loves #5 OP. 74


Wish, F.CHOPIN song, Ewa Iżykowska soprano; Jerzy Maciejewski - piano

Elzbieta Szmytka, soprano; Malcolm Martineau,piano

You may want to explore the language links I've included in the Link Section of the blog for further study.

Życzenie/ Wish
Text: Stefan Witwicki (1801-1847)

Gdybym ja była słoneczkiem na niebie,
Nie świeciłabym jak tylko dla ciebie.
Ani na wody, ani na lasy, ale po wszystkie
Czasy pod twym okienkiem i tylko dla ciebie
Gdybym w słoneczko mogła zmienić siebie.

Gdybym ja była ptaszkiem z tego gaju,
Nie śpiewałabym w żadnym obcym kraju.
Ani na wody, ani na lasy, ale po wsystkie
Czasy pod twym okienkiem i tylko dla ciebie
Gdybym w słoneczko mogła zmienić siebie.
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If I were the sun in the sky
I wouldn't shine just on you.
Neither on lakes nor forests but on everything;
Oh the times under your window and only for you
If I could only change into the sun.

If I were a bird from that forest
I wouldn't sing in any foreign country
Neither on lakes nor forests but on everything;
Oh the times under your window and only for you
If I could only change into the sun.

Elzbieta Szmytka, soprano; Malcolm Martineau,piano
Gdzie lubi/ There where she loves #5 OP. 74
Stefan Witwicki (1801-1847)

Strumyk lubi wdolinie,
Sarna lubi w gęstwinie,
Ptaszek lubi pod strzechą,
Lecz dziewczyna, dziewczyna!

Z uciechą lubi gdzie niebieskie oko,
Lubi gdzie i czarne oko,
Lubi gdzie wesołe pieśni,
Lubi gdzie i smutne pieśni.

Sama nie wie gdzie lubi,
Wszędzie, wszędzie serce zgubi,
Sama nie wie gdzie lubi,
Wszędzie, wszędzie serce zgubi

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There where she loves

Streams gurgle through the valley;
Birds are nesting under the eaves;
Deer hide in the forest,
But where can a girl's heart find its home?

Perhaps where there are bright blue eyes,
Or dark, deep, mysterious ones;
But to songs of love or pain
Her heart may or may not fly.

She herself is powerless
As to where her heart will alight.
She is powerless
As to where her heart will stray.



All translations are from the Lied Art Song Page.