Thinking of the sorrow of the mothers of Norway, and all who lost their babies to killers

Henryk Mikolaj Gorecki, Symphony no. 3. (the prayer below is part of the vocals, though not part of this video.
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Where has he gone
My dearest son?
Perhaps during the uprising
The cruel enemy killed him

Ah, you bad people
In the name of God, the most Holy,
Tell me, why did you kill
My son?

Never again
Will I have his support
Even if I cry
My old eyes out

Were my bitter tears
To create another River Oder
They would not resotre to life
My son

He lies in his grave
And I know not where
Through I keep asking people
Everywhere

Perhaps the poor child
Lies in a rough ditch
And instead he could have been
Lying in his warm bed

Oh, sing for him
God’s little song-birds
Since his mother
Cannot find him

And you, God’s little flowers
May you blossom all around
So that my son
May sleep happily.

This prayer was inscribed on wall 3 of cell 3 in the basement of “Palace,” the Gestapo’s headquarters in Zakopane Poland: signed by Helena Wanda Blazuakowna, and the words “18 years old, imprisoned since 26 September 1944.”