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Musician: Téa Hodzic
Location: London
Instruments: voice, guitar
Music: Balkan
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HOW I CAME TO THIS MUSICÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýWHERE I PLAYÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýÌýA FAVOURITE SONG |
  
Listen to Tea and fellow-refugees perform with Eliza Carthy at
Celebrating Sanctuary: Conversations with
Refugee Artists
(London Arts, 2002) |
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 ÌýÌýListen (4'55) to Sonja sung by Téa Hodzic
ÌýÌýListen (37'41) to Téa, Vanya - Bronislav Krawczyk and Dylan Fowler showcasing at the World On Your Street tent, WOMAD 2002
ÌýÌýListen (31'04) to Téa playing with Romany Rad playing at WOMAD 2002
A favourite song:
I’m playing guitar and singing and Dave Kelbie from Szapora is accompanying me on Portugese guitar. It's an old Russian song. But I’m singing it in Serbo-Croat.
I’ve known this song all my life, it’s very popular in former Yugoslavia. It was on the radio and everybody knew it. If you went to somebody’s party, somebody would sing it. You know we have this custom, if you go to someone’s party or dinner party you bring along any instrument you play and after the meal, we would end up actually sitting down and singing. That’s when I first heard it, I was maybe seven years old.
 But there’s something else. When I recorded this song, I took the CD home and my mother was visting us. When she heard the song she started crying. I didn’t know why, but she explained that it was her mother’s favourite song and up till then I had not been aware of that. It was a really weird coincidence. For me, it brings back memories of beautiful days I had in Sarajevo, of all my friends who are there, of my first love...
It has beautiful lyrics- about a jealous man who kills his wife’s lover. Now that just sounds like a song about a crime, but its more beautiful than that. He stabs his wife’s lover and ends up imprisoned for life in Siberia, but for the rest of his life he’s longing for his wife…that’s actually the point of the whole story, so it’s very much a love song. And Sonja is obviously the name of his wife, and every single night, he’s dreaming about her. The time is passing but his love is eternal.
Sonja
The steppe has spread endlessly,
Covered with Siberian snow,
The protruding hills are longing,
For Sun and Moon.
And in a hut covered by snow,
There’s a feverish man, as pale as ghost.
There’s one desire haunting him,
And his tired eyes looking for a woman’s face.
(Refrain:)
Sonja, Sonja your dark hair,
I kissed endlessly in my dreams,
I can’t forget you-
The flower of valleys of Volga,
Sonja, the time is passing like river,
My love is boundless.
Please hear my screams and sights
And the cries of my heart,
I’m all covered with Siberian snow.
Once we were husband and wife,
I loved you as I’d love my God,
I didn’t know you were untrue to me,
I didn’t know of your lover.
But one day I saw you in his arms kissing,
I stabbed him straight through his heart,
I was taken away tied as a murderer.
Téa's Womad 2002 set at the World on your Street tent was warmly received, not least by Clive Davis in The Times:
"...The incidental pleasures can sometimes make more of an impression than the headliners at the event as sprawling as WOMAD. Strolling past Radio 3's tiny 'World On Your Street' tent on Sunday, I found a knot of people entranced by Téa Hodzic, a Bosnian singer-guitarist who was performing a lament in the company of an accordionist and clarinettist.
An architecture graduate who came to this country as a refugee, Hodzic has found a niche as part of that vivacious Balkan-style group Szapora. Her voice haunted me for the rest of the day. It was reassuring to find that, even in its 20th year, WOMAD has not lost its air of serendipity."
The Times, July 30 2002
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