A lyrical song from Podolia in Ukraine. It tells the story of a mother awaiting her sons return from the army. The man is alive and full of vigour, so the woman is overjoyed. Unfortunately the bliss is spoilt by a surprise in the form of... her newly-wed daughter-in-law. Our friend Hassibagen makes a guest appearance here. He plays the morin-khuur and sings with the throat technique. He told us that when he performed the song for the first time, he closed his eyes and felt transported back to his homeland in the Mongolian steppe. Just for us Hassibagen performed a short poem written by his wife. See the lyrics below. . . . Pieśń liryczna z Podola. Opowiada historię długo wyczekiwanego przez matkę powrotu syna z wojska. Mężczyzna jest żywy i zdrowy, więc kobieta nie posiada się z radości. Sielankę psuje niestety niespodzianka w postaci nowo poślubionej synowej. W utworze gościnnie wystąpił grający na morin-khur i śpiewający techniką gardłową nasz przyjaciel Hassibagen. Przyznał on, że gdy pierwszy raz zagrał tę piosenkę, zamknął oczy i poczuł się jakby ktoś przeniósł go w ojczysty mongolski step. Hassibagen specjalnie dla nas wykonał krótki wiersz autorstwa swojej żony.
The horse comes from a far country The people rejoice at the sight of him The horseman is famous for him The leader of thousands of horses.
A birch in the field, A curly one in the field, And on that birch A cuckoo cried.
No, its not a cuckoo, Its a mother, Sending her son, Her son off to war:
Go on son, go, Dont linger about, In a year, in two, Please return home.
A year has passed, A second one has come, And a third is coming The son has returned from the army.
My son approaches Not alone, but with a wife Are you pleased, mother, Are you pleased with me?
I am pleased, son, I am pleased with you, But I am not pleased, son, With your wife.
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