Stoczek Łukowski (single)
Stoczek Lukowski (single)
“Song inspired by the story of my great-grand mother, Irene, born in Belgium from parents who had immigrated from Poland. In 1930, she paid a visit to her grandmother who had stayed in Poland. At the beginning of the second world war, Irene’s grand-mother will be murdered by her neighbour.”
In July 2020, Oliver took a trip to the village his great-grand mother’s grandmother was living in.
The song was released in two versions (one French and one English) on the 14th of August 2020.
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Lyrics (FRENCH)
Dans une maison de bois, elle vivait
Loin de toi, loin de ce qu’elle aimait
Dans un village seul au monde
À mille lieues de tout,
Elle restait seule
Et manquait sûrement d’amour
Et moi je l’imagine, son visage,
Son histoire, et tous les détails
La façon dont elle vivait,
La solitude qu’elle éprouvait
Et elle rêvait, elle aussi
de rejoindre sa famille
Elle plantait des fleurs d’amour
À Stoczek Łukowski
Un jour sa petite fille de 12 ans
Vint en train pour lui rendre visite
Mais c’est sans paroles qu’elles dialoguèrent
Car la grand-mère ne comprenait pas le français.
Mais la mamie apprit vite à sa petite
Qui se mit à parler
Mais la jeune fille finit repartir
Laissant son aïeule le cœur brisé
Et moi j’irai un jour aussi
Sur les traces de son passé
Je cueillerai ces fleurs d’amour
À Stoczek Łukowski
Le monde est rempli de gens fous
L’un d’entre eux frappa à sa porte
Son voisin qu’elle connaissait si bien
Elle ouvrit, et il tira…
Un jour j’irai là, moi aussi.
Sur les traces de mon passé,
je cueillerai ces fleurs d’amour à Stoczek Lukowski
Lyrics (ENGLISH)
In a wooden house, she used to live
Far from you, and from all those she loved
In a small village the countryside
She felt alone, and surely lacked of love
And I can imagine her wrinkled face
See the stories in her frames
A life fulfilled with memories
And the loneliness that they leave
And there she kept having a dream
One day she would meet them again
While she planted her love flowers
In Stoczek Łukowski
One day her grand daughter she had never seen
Came by train, to meet her for the first time
But they couldn’t understand each other
The little girl had grown away
So the grandma quickly taught her little one
And she slowly started to speak
But soon enough the girl would have to leave
Letting the old lady’s heart to grieve
And there she kept having a dream
One day she would meet them again
While she plan-ted her love flowers
In Stoczek Łukowski
The world is full of crazy men
Her neighbour was standing by her door
She went to see and asked him what he wants
In his hands he held a gun
One day I will pursue her dream
On the footsteps of my roots
I will search to find her love flowers
In Stoczek Lukowski