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I am my mother savage daughter 00:05
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones 00:08
I am my mother savage daughter 00:13
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice 00:17
My mother's child is a savage 00:24
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones 00:27
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers 00:32
In the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones 00:36
I am my mother savage daughter 00:41
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones 00:44
I am my mother savage daughter 00:49
I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice 00:53
My mother's child dances in the darkness 01:00
She sings heathen songs by the light of the moon 01:03
And watches the stars, and renames the planets 01:08
And dream she can reach them with a song and a broom 01:12
01:18
We are all brought forth out of darkness 01:38
Into this world, through blood and through pain 01:42
And deep in our bones, the old songs are waking 01:46
So sing them with voices of thunder and rain 01:50
We are our mother savage daughters 01:55
The ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones 01:58
We are our mother savage daughters 02:03
We will not cut our hair 02:07
We will not lower our voice 02:09
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Savage Daughter – English Lyrics

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Dive into the evocative world of folk music with this song! By listening to its rich imagery and rhythmic storytelling, you can learn descriptive English vocabulary related to nature, emotions, and the spirit of freedom. Its hauntingly beautiful melody makes it a perfect piece for practicing nuanced listening skills.

[English]
I am my mother savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
I am my mother 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 savage daughter
The one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones
I am my mother 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 dream 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 savage daughters
The ones who run barefoot, cursing sharp stones
We are our mother savage daughters
We will not cut our hair
We will not lower our voice
...

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