Savage Daughter - Ekaterina Shelehova

Composed by：Karen Kahan

I am my mother's savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will not cut my hair

I will not lower my voice

My mother's child is a savage

She looks for her omens 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's savage daughter

The one who runs barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter

I will 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 dreams she can reach them

With a song and a broom

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 voices of thunder and rain

We are our mother's savage daughters

The ones who run barefoot

Cursing sharp stones

We are our mother's savage daughters

We will not cut our hair

We will not lower our voice