Volyn massacre - Anthology of Songs Part.1

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date: July 06, 2019 Editor: Editorial

On the occasion of the National Day of Memory of Victims of Genocide made by Ukrainian nationalists on citizens of the Second Republic of Poland celebrated on 11 July, the editorial board of the portal prepared a compendium of cognition and literary and musical materials related to the subject of genocide in Volyn.

We urge reading 4 parts of the compendium, promoting and utilizing these materials, especially crucial in the work of teachers and educators.

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Wojciech Popkiewicz - I'm sorry. Ballad on Understone

https://www.youtube.com/embed/ODHv4dK-gOw

Understone, Understone

The monastery was in shadow history

And this shadow is from fires

In which our people would die

The gates were rushed

We shall not be taken alive.

But he utilized the enemy of deception

Cut their name to pieces

Look, individual moved there.

The terrace knocked him out bravely.

And the deaf silence faded

All you can hear is this tear

Kill me, kill me, Daddy

The body hurts, the soul breaks

They already killed our mom.

My sister and I bleed here alone.

They tore apart the priest's horses

Kill father don't spare

I don't want to fall from my neighbor's hand

Please, Dad, hit me.

You gave your life.

I don't want to live in this world.

Don't put up with this distress

Let go of your hand

Oh, they pierced the baby in the womb

With his mother, his end.

I want to leave with you too

In 1 of you lay a grave

I'm brave, I don't cry anymore

In Our Lady's image I look

God will accept us into heaven for this

Have courage, I beg you, Dad...

My father fell to the stake.

He or God saved the child

How to Forgive in Your Faith

erstwhile the monument becomes Bandera

Genocide wasn't there

any of the Lachs are in trouble.

And erstwhile Lach was beaten

What's with the booties?

A monster of all gold

These Poles are scum

erstwhile 100,000 of them die

Crime will have marks

Crime only has marks...

Understone, Understone

The monastery was in shadow history

This story, although it hurts so much,

Only the fact will set us free,

Just the truth.

Lech Makowiecki - Volyn 1943

https://www.youtube.com/embed/KDK2AVGobdA

Do you remember, Lord God,

Over Volyn, a bloody luna

And that scream from the burning hut

Murdered by neighbors?

I think you were at that time.

Somewhere else in the world,

'Cause you'd most likely be sad and happy and crying...

Have you heard the prayer, Lord,

Father's eyes, do you remember,

When they dishonored his daughter

Badgers like animals...

He was crucified on the door

He begged, "Have mercy on us!"

They took pity on the torturers,

They had bayonet eyes...

Have you seen, Holy Father,

Looking from above through the firmament,

Children as beautiful as angels,

The knuckles are stuck...

Who will lead them now?

To see you, God?

They're so small.

They're going to get lost alone in these skies...

Will you remember, Lord of the World,

The martyrs of Volyn,

They were dying for Tej,

Which will never go missing.

Poland has forgotten them,

She vanished in the distance,

Sometimes a trembling hand of an old man

He'll light a candle here.

They grow with weeds of dust,

graves drown in lush grass,

Tomorrow no 1 will be there

Put the candles behind them.

Andrzej Kołakowski - Apocalyptic dream about Volyn (from the disc "Requiem for the fallen")

https://www.youtube.com/embed/ADhi2bixdPo

God died crucified on the barn

Resurrection, but not for 3 days

Satan marched fast through Podole

To simmer in human blood again

The order of the planet has been reversed

We had a large Friday on Sunday.

And there was nothing sacred this summer

In the place of God death sat in the Church

Forks became a symbol of power again

White eagle side red with blood

The number of beasts written on his face

Former neighbor, Ukrainian village boy

Burning huts with hate

The cry of the infants was silent in the cembrated well

My parent was in pain over the cradle

He calls God to pity us.

But God lies next to him with his head torn apart

By 2 steps among the sawed bodies

Resurrection, but not until next day morning

Death will defeat and endure forever

Only erstwhile the wind at night knocks on the windows

And memories begin to rip the soul

The beating of the heart fills the silence of the deaf

Think like a wind on a podole must run

In front of his eyes, he starts burning again.

Faces of barely remembered people stand

Once again, hell opens its doors

Before someone's hand wakes me up

Tadek - Crimes UPA (Inconvenient fact II - Storm 2014)

https://www.youtube.com/embed/invdcqhLOPg

Stars decorate July sky

From the light clouds the moon cries silent

The leaves of the aspen are silver on the tree

What they want to tell Poles nobody knows

They tremble as if out of fear, cry in vain

In a minute to survive, it will be besides late.

Cordon closes, tightens tight

Years later, they'll lie about it insolently.

Black runs, squeezes axe styles

For now, it's quiet, fork in the air.

In a minute the cries of children, mothers, fathers, husbands, brothers

The human killers brought their decalogue here

The collective possession that Lachs command

Bandera will want to take to the altars

I'm over the books trying to decision in time

He wants to scream, warn, escape with you

Ref.

Broken Volyn mass, piles of dead

The death of Poles in torment has no trace of scruples

They didn't want to drive us out. They weren't displaced.

They only liquidated us by origin (x2)

Save yourselves Poles, the UPs are coming

They torture, they execution being a Pole is guilty

Being a kid or a female won't keep you from dying

They want no trace of us.

They want Poland to mean torment

They want to hear the children of tormented groans

Pregnant women cut a saw

The newborns are crushed by the heads of the school.

Galizien Hitler serves faithfully

To exterminate the Polish element

But they had no martyrs interrupted the Volyn Masses

But Bandera monuments are erected by Ukrainian authorities

And under the carpet, under the carpet whatever a 100 or 2 100 wheels.

Don't let anyone talk about it.

These defenseless victims have long consumed the earth

They were Poles from Poland who no longer exist

So remember the ends of Polish cities in the east

Don't forget the UP-speak on our nation

About the savagery that is beyond imagination

Lessons in School That Ended the Punishment

They determined who would die from a sibling.

When children came from mixed marriage

When there were no armed AK-owski troops there

The blood flowed to the sleeping villages

Ref.

Interrupted Volyn mass, piles of corpses...(x2)

Volyn, Volyn...

Text: Bogna Lewtak-Baczynska

https://www.youtube.com/embed/bFwkSYP1B0A

At the susid, the compartment beat. The susid has a good rye.

It's not a hut. There's no pistachio or rye.

It's not a hut. There's no pistachio...

Chiba pidu utoplius... Or turn into a stone.

Let's have a good time. I love smert sometimes...

Hey, Volyn, hey, Volyn.

Jarzabins, golden fields... Oh, our Polish dollar.

Jarzabins, golden fields... Oh, our Polish dollar...

Silently silent stream of gold - on braids girls weaves

The fates have driven us here... They were dusty and buried...

Shadows flow over the fields... Children with daughters, sons...

The ashes were silent in pain... bless them God King...

The ashes were silent in pain... bless them God's King...

Shadows flow over the fields... And over us Poles...

The ashes were a complaint in the ground. God cry for them

The ashes were a complaint in the ground. God cry for them...

Winds carry old history... No wind can escape this...

The ashes kept quiet in the field... God cry over their share,

The ashes were silent in the ground... God cry for them...

Tears flow and silent words - Brother, why did you murder

You had God's teachings? That you murdered your grandchildren' children

Did you have God's teachings? That you murdered your grandchildren' children...

Fields, sun, meadows and fields... A man's cut...

A full nation of you killed... all 600 years they lived with you...

Brothers, sisters, you killed... all 600 years they lived with you...

10.

The forest cries, the trees cry, and the helpless bird sings...

You had the heart and religion to execution old people?

You had a heartless killing of defenseless children?

11.

Water carries human history. The wind will never run away.

Flowers grow with graves - to you over the Poles' brothers

The flowers of the graves, over your brothers - Poles...

12.

Caine wash your hands for time will never cloud

There are huts underground - And there are executioners above them

Here underground Polish huts - And there are executioners...

13.

At the susida, the compartment was beating... The susid has a good rye.

And the mene and the huts... There's no pistachio...

14.

At the susida, the compartment was beating... A sweet rye in a susida

And the mene and the huts... There's no pistachio...

Casus Belli - Blood Sunday Volyn July 11, 1943

https://www.youtube.com/embed/vc4dlpHZLoE

July dawn has risen, the flax has already bloomed

And so began this nightmare dream

The singing was about to come.

The bayonet shone and blood flowed

It's a peaceful village.

I know why the odor of blood, among the odor of meadows

Burnt in the face and silent tears

No 1 has forgiven a half-broken Mass.

Many of you

He wanted to go to heaven but there's a line waiting

The large master has not been glorified

And that was expected to be a large plan.

They dream of their grandkids.

the repentance is not known present by the executioner

now vain grief, clamped hand

for hope go and remember the weapon

The scarred wounds present number no one

important sweet sleep and unsalted wikt

Forgiveness tears have a bitter taste

Maybe it's better this way.

Antoni Dąbrowski - words

Unfinished Masses

https://www.youtube.com/embed/PrYZP1BNLpM

This Sunday, in July, everyone went to church without suspicion and fear that it would be their bloody day. They haven't finished their prayers yet, abruptly the door opened. They looked at the ax carrying on them. And this neighbour was from the pen that took water from their well. He started chopping them with an axe with murderers. And so began the day of judgment, killing old men, young people, killing tiny children while they were inactive sleeping in their embraces. The older children fled and the churches left, fled with the hope that their axe would not reach. They were very drunk erstwhile Poles were murdered. small children, in the womb, inactive unborn. Remember, descendants, that you must not forget genocide into the planet all generations remembered. About these churches burned, about these unfinished Masses, about these priests tortured, so by all forgotten.

The text comes from https://www.textowo.pl/song,gregor_double,mush_unfinished.html

Song of Priests – Martyrs of Volyn

The author of music and words for Song is Grzegorz Double. The song besides recited a fragment of the poem by Antoni Dąbrowski entitled “The Polish Priests in Volyn”.

https://www.youtube.com/embed/HYH6t8bKTQI

Lord, you have called them to go

And they said to all men, "Stay in the faith."

Christ, surviving with you,

They did your will by faith.

Lord, make people among their affairs

about Polish martyrdom The priests remembered.

Jesus, in the Endlands, somewhere in the grass

On their graves a Polish candle was lit.

Lord, the Polish priest was your instrument,

When he pulled small children out of the executioner's hand.

Jesus, forgive bad people.

What they murdered their brother in the Borderlands.

On Volyn Polish priests

On Volyn Polish Priests

Polish Martyr Priests.

They saved Polish children murdered in the street.

But they were tortured,

alive in the ground buried.

They besides saved the church, everyone forgot.

On Volyn Polish priests

Words: Antoni Dąbrowski

https://www.youtube.com/embed/nLH2kTK7oqA

FLOWER FLOWER FLOWER - THE INDIVIDUAL GREECE (PL Agata Lalik)

https://www.youtube.com/embed/n0SBwKcGAVI

WOŁAM - DOUBLE GREECE (PL Agata Lalik)

Tadek "criminal UPA" guest. PIH, prod. Pawbeats

There's a stone crying on the Hill

Grażyna K.

There's a stone crying under the forest on the Hill The podolenko sat on it like this stone. He sits, he weeps, his hands break where the fact is, and whoever lies in tears, the voice breaks What fact and who lies? He heard a loud cry young man beautiful was this Ukrainian I'll give you a heart, You give me a wreath, I'm happy to marry you. I'll whisper tenderly to a girl. He plays the mandolin sweetly all over the land. You can hear him in all valley. I'd love to give you a garter, possibly I'd love you, give you a garter, give you if I wasn't afraid of you. Don't be afraid of my lover Don't be afraid of me my beloved Polish wife, it's pride specified a wife is simply a pride. Then he whispered to her secretly love you over life I will take care of the children decently due to the fact that I love you over life. She listened, thoughtfully trusted her full heart and gave her hand to him. The future war has come, this war's turmoil has changed the heart of the war, it's already obeying the orders of others. The red hen in the village crows for the 3rd time in the village fell into a 100 forty nightmares...the head cannot fit. The ecclesiastical wind bells beat the wind into the church bells with smoke all the houses of the pogrom almost completed. There are beautiful girls around, beautiful Ukrainians, I don't want to be married to a Polish woman. 1 grabbed her by the head the another held her leg the 3rd cut in half that I couldn't sing anymore. The fire digested the home like the steelworks. My husband didn't lift a finger in his shoe. The feeling went out, he felt better. The village of doom was close to crying, until the heart was gripped by fire and fled into the child's forest. They left the Polish Borderlands In the fresh Poland they inhabited although they did not experience the end of the war. What a beautiful young man is Polish or Ukrainian? She's going to look for her mother's grave looking for a village and a grandmother's grave no graves, no hut where the village was, increasing flowers He saw a immense stone from where the red stone sits, cries, the voice breaks where the fact is, and who lies Hears all Ukraine heard the girl crying asking the boy begins - what is your reason? He tells his communicative in tears and the girl sits light on a stone edge Again, after a minute of fear, she slipped unconscious, fell right into his arms, although the communicative was not over. She'd heard about it before. The nanny's song was silent. She didn't believe it. Though I was small at the time I've seen my brother in you. I don't want a executioner to be my father. My father's shame in the eyes of the world! Let the robe burn. I'm here in the spring, I've been sowing the flowers of the unforgotten, the siblings not for my mother, for the neighbor. That's how the Ukrainian OUN group, the flag UPA, utilized to sow a dead body and pretend to be stupid today. The white stone present is red alternatively of white, inactive red with innocent blood drained as if the dew was brought to an end in Katyn on Podol, in Volyn Małopolska sleeps in Katyn a slaughter hidden in Volyn Zakrąk came the end Must stand there a tomb to be seen by a planet leader not to regulation the flag. There's a stone crying all over thelands. Replace... All fact in memory change heart, change stone Only the fact praises the Shame present asks for the blood of innocents to pray rosy cross over graves. 15 March 2010. Aut. Grażyna K.

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"Children of the Borderlands" is simply a collection of memories of people who, as children or very young people, survived the gehenna of Ukrainian genocide, frequently being a direct witness to the death of their relatives, relatives or neighbors, is simply a shocking origin material, irreplaceable in investigation into the past of the extermination of the Polish nation. He lies to various attempts to ffalsify the fresh past and the beasts that were then carried out on the bordered Poles ruled by murder, but besides their property, Ukrainian nationalists, frequently neighbors and even relatives. The injured, who mostly survived by coincidence, in simple words and without literary beauty describe what they saw, giving the atmosphere of those days, as defenseless and most frequently politically unattached participants of events. The engine of these accidents was exclusively the inhuman hatred and cultural barbarism of perpetrators, backed by the predatory explanation of Darwinist-oriented Ukrainian nationalism. Let the memories passed to readers present be a warning. Let them remind you that any stubborn political diagnoses may have double faces. Even if 1 contains the core of truth, the another can endanger disaster. They respect “Children of the Edges” before this possibility. Fragment of the introductory word Prof. Dr. Bogusław Grott.

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