Текст песни Hy-Brasil - Allison Russell
My
great
grandmother
was
a
magic
weaver
Came
across
the
water
and
caught
the
fever
She
wondered
if
her
mother
could
hear
her
when
She
said
the
words
she
learned
to
say
In
the
blue
camhanaich
all
shimmering
still
Dame
Calluna,
low
Lady
of
the
Hills
Cup
of
cold
sun
and
a
winterpill
Send
me
back
on
my
way
Seven
black
rabbits
of
Hy-Brasil
Twenty-one
petals
of
daffodils
Thirteenth
note
of
the
blackcap
trill
I′ll
fly
home
today
Down
in
the
cradle
oh
I
would
hear
her
As
I
breathed
my
soul
believed
if
I
sang
those
words
I
could
leave
there
Leave
my
sorrow
and
pain
In
the
blue
camhanaich
all
shimmering
still
Dame
Calluna,
low
Lady
of
the
Hills
Cup
of
cold
sun
and
a
winterpill
Send
me
back
on
my
way
Seven
black
rabbits
of
Hy-Brasil
Twenty-one
petals
of
daffodils
Thirteenth
note
of
the
blackcap
trill
I'll
fly
home
today
Though
my
brittle
body
was
caught
in
his
snare
My
soul
would
learn
how
to
travel
where
The
eyes
of
the
rabbits
were
gleaming
there
On
the
isle
of
Hy-Brasil
Seven
years
we
drown,
seven
years
we
rise
Said
the
black
rabbit
with
the
ancient
eyes
You′ll
be
free,
oh
lura
lae
He
cannot
match
your
will
In
the
blue
camhanaich
all
shimmering
still
Dame
Calluna,
low
Lady
of
the
Hills
Cup
of
cold
sun
and
a
winterpill
Send
me
back
on
my
way
Seven
black
rabbits
of
Hy-Brasil
Twenty-one
petals
of
daffodils
Thirteenth
note
of
the
blackcap
trill
I'll
fly
home
today
Though
I
drowned
for
ten
years,
I'm
still
rising
Stronger
for
my
pain
and
suffering
My
body
was
broken
but
my
heart′s
reborn
I′m
freer
than
the
sky
In
the
blue
camhanaich
all
shimmering
still
Dame
Calluna,
low
Lady
of
the
Hills
Cup
of
cold
sun
and
a
winterpill
Send
me
back
on
my
way
Seven
black
rabbits
of
Hy-Brasil
Twenty-one
petals
of
daffodils
Thirteenth
note
of
the
blackcap
trill
I'll
fly
home
today
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5 The Runner
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8 All Of The Women
9 Poison Arrow
10 Little Rebirth
11 Joyful Motherfuckers
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