The Norwegian choir Artemis is a women's choir whose purpose is to celebrate the female voice through our shared cultural heritage from all over the world - folk music.
Why Serbian? It is clear to everyone that this is a 100% Bosnian song. No matter how hard they try to Serbianize it, it will always be a Bosnian song. It is really remarkable how quickly Serbs try to steal something they like. This is not the first Bosnian song that the Serbians have tried to make "Serbian".
@@AroundElvesWatchUrselves96 1907, officially introduce the “Serbo-Croatian language” (srpsko-hrvatski jezik) as an official title in schools and public institutions in Bosnia. In Bosnia, a new term for the Bosnian language was imposed. Bosnian has been the name for this language long before the first mention of a Serbo-Croatian language, my jealous and ignorant friend.
No lo se habibi pero creo que esa canción mora no debería cantarse en una iglesia 🤔 ya que los castellanos expulsaron a los moriscos y Almoravides de Al Andaluz
Wonderful! As an Aurora fan I believe what sets her music apart from mainstream popular music are her often hypnotizing melodies like the seed, her lovely use of vocal harmony as drawn from the past and present and her often cryptic and poetic lyrics (Leonard Cohen has been mentioned by her a number of times) . This choral version reveals Aurora’s music in a stunning way.
Don’t ever play to one audience. I’m an Englishman of Irish descent. You play to my soul. Excellent ladies. Wish I could live a peaceful life in the valleys of Donegal.
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 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 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 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
