Some time ago I managed to record his own interpretation of Marian Sawa short prelude based on the theme of the eighteenth-century Christmas carols are "pastors mile, you have seen", which I share with you today. Maybe it's strange, but those less than 2 minutes inspired me to a bit deeper analysis of the carols. Analysis, of course, maintained in the context of contemporary forms of the stable at Bethlehem, where instead of the shepherds would find probably plastic toys la "DżiAjDżołso-Transformersy, Mary and Joseph, respectively replace the Barbie and Ken, and instead of Jesus lying on a piece of hay wisiałaby with the inscription: " sorki, I'm on solarce, I'll be back in 2 hours ." From this inspiration? Even after the beginning of the prelude Sava rapidly becomes apparent that we have to deal with informative variation on that deftly and wittily presented by the composer, is dominated by the duration of the track. All of the transformations accompanying jumps, repetition and jam, and finally dance funny end, suggest that any, even the most serious thing that matter, can be interpreted and presented in its own way, the contemporary ...
So we see a few tall, stud males living in the moment a little bit in the mountains, but not too high, so here's a who sat on those of its hills, when suddenly something happened within them - in a sense, began talking to them and ask sometimes strange language:
Pastors mile you have seen?
saw a tiny,
Jesus born,
Son of God, the Son of God.
so dragged his pastoral rolnety and "pyk" - Kid uwidzieli finest under the sun ... rather, the star - because the thing works at night, as the eighteenth century the author has deigned to forget.
What palace was where the inn stood? Store cattle
decent,
And it's still poorly covered,
Palace was, was his palace.
And using a magnifying device to see the Divine Child, but after him their excellent eyesight moved to the surrounding buildings. "Oh, I see that the designer of this shed AutoCad training took place on the Internet" - commented one, noting that the roof of this shed was covered in a way that does not meet applicable standards of the trade. The second thought for a moment that the shed was poorly covered by the palace, but the first quickly led him to error, marking his herding stick an "X" on his back.
What crib, had fair infant?
Marble Drive, a stone trough,
This deposit saving,
rested his bed, rested his bed.
So they went on the road, when suddenly: "marble hard, saving deposit ... are we good to go, maybe it is about a bank, not a barn?" - Wondered one, this time the third in the order "idzienia" shepherd, who at the same time he got something on the head angel, but rather their shape resembles an ordinary head. Its also heard, but unfortunately the author of this carol is also not provided.
padding
What was the child? Hanging from the thatched
cobweb,
of God and Son of Mary, was
padding, padding was.
After hearing that question, by the thought of shepherds passed, only the upholstery, but as before they were quickly stifled in embryo by a watchful guardian angel. Not looking back, therefore, went further.
So
in taverns? Do you sleep in the freedoms?
the bunk, hay
sharp gentle sleep, Lord, and not
łabędziach, not łabędziach.
Because of his simple reasoning does not quite understand the reasoning above the angels, especially in the context of the swans, which in those parts of the world is not typically found, and they are not accustomed to travel around the world for his rather indigenous sheep.
Who was present? Look after him?
ox and ass, kneeling,
him warmed his pocket,
his courtiers, his courtiers.
At the end of the world's most important pattern followed the keeper meditating, whether that is not about the ox and ass were a couple and as such is a wonderful child warmed przyklękniętą its presence. He calmed down when he recalled that the ox is inherently biungulates sterilized, and the ass is just ... donkey. He could easily join the rest, to finally get there, where the data was to finally see with my own eyes that everything he sang and the angels rejoice with them ... Well, almost.
Jakieście gifts they gave, the victim?
Sercaśmy their distance, leaving
and knelt down, beat him
forehead, brow beat him.
first indignant, that went a long way just to finally hear about the "victim". Then I do not really understand the phrase "sercaśmy" and was leaving the accompaniment of angels singing, awfully rozbolały their foreheads ... (Unfortunately, "whole", because it's another song people sing only their anterior parts: "Let us strike and forehead before him."
Happy ... rather more normal in the New Year!
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