Karaoké Savage Daughter Ekaterina Shelehova

I am my mother savage daughter the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother savage daughter

I'll not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child is a savage she looks for her romance in the colors of stones

In the faces of cats in the falling of feathers in the dancing of fire in the curve of old bones

I am my mother savage daughter the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother savage daughter

I'll not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child dances in the darkness she sings heathen songs by the light of the moon

And watches the stars and renames the planets and dream she can reach them with a song and a broom

Uuh uuh uuh ooh

We are all brought forth out of darkness into this world through blood and through pain

And deep in our bones the old songs are waking so sing them with the voices of thunder and rain

We are our mother savage daughters the one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

We are our mother savage daughters we will not cut our hair we will not lower our voice