Lilies

(Weronika Gwiazda)

A ballad based on a polish literature - romantic ballad "Lilies" by Adam Mickiewicz. About a wife, who murdered her husband and sowed lilies over his grave. The story is very much inspired by polish folklore.

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Unparalleled story 
Of a wife with murderous mind,
End is not aleatory,
She committed a hideous crime.
Man lying six feet under,
She sows lilies over him,
A witness of her murder
A song carried by trees.

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky

She ran down the river
To the hermit’s hut,
Shaking in the fever,
Dress covered in blood.
„Where is your conscience
Besides the fear of court?
Calm down your emotions,
Your only judge is God”

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky

„Where is our father?”,
Asks her orphaned child,
“Tell siblings to gather,
He is underground”
But at moonlight hour,
She hears a stomp outside,
A man with a flower
For every sleeping child.

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky

The war at that time
Slowly becomes the past -
Two riders arrive,
Brothers of her spouse.
Not finding him present,
They ask the merciless wife.
„The time is not pleasant,
Don’t wait and come inside”

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky

Autumn goes by,
Winter, spring is gone.
When summer arrives,
The wife is still alone.
„You’re charming, you’re young,
It cannot waste like that.
Our brother will not come -
Please, choose one of us”

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky

„Please, dear hermit, help,
Which one my man should be?
My husband is dead,
He haunts me in my sleep”
Don’t fear the murdered man,
He’s only your own fear,
And one should win your hand,
Who brings the prettiest wreath”

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky

The bride wearing white,
Like lilies in a crown.
„On him, I decide,
Which brother is the one?”
„It’s me”, says a voice,
That haunted her at night,
„If that is your choice,
Then you shall be my bride”
Earth shakes under their feet,
The church falls apart,
The crowd disappears
Six feet underground.

Sprout, lilies, sprout
Six feet above the ground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
Nobody will find
Him six feet underground
High, lilies, high
Six feet to the sky
© Weronika Gwiazda 2021