Conjuring Storms - Ekaterina Shelehova

I am my mother savage daughter The one Who runs fast But . sharp stones I am my mother savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice My mother child is a savage She look for her robbers And the colors of stones And the faces of cats And the bowling of feathers And the dancing of bars In the curved of all bones I am my mother savage daughter The one who runs far With... and sharp stones I am my mother savage daughter I will not cut my hair I will not lower my voice I'm honest child Dance's in the darkness She sings even songs By the light of the moon And watches the stars And renames the planets And dream she can reach them But the song in a broome We're abroad for a foul of darkness Into this world through the Through pain and deep in our bones The old songs are awakening So sing them with voices of thunder And rain We are our mother savage daughter The one who runs fast With.and sharp stones We are our mother savage daughter We will not cut our hair We will not lower our voices