Moari

Postado em domingo, 28 de janeiro de 2024

3mês

INTJ

Virgem

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Versão de Ekaterina Shelehova

My Mother's Savage Daughter Wyndreth Berginsdottir 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 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 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 curses too loud and too often My mother's child laughs too hard and too long And howls at the Moon and sleeps in ditches And clumsily raises her voice in this song 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