• Music of shamans, Siberia

Thoughts of a Woman
Dvakhtar sanaata
Text: Nataljia Kharlamp'eva

I am the fire. I am a star on the dark sky, I am the bonfire on the edge of the forest,I am the fire which burns in the oven.I , the warmth, I come from beyond,  these talents I received from Nature herself. I am the fire. My soul and fire are as one. Secretive and even at times dark. When I wish I bring the ice to melt. And if you speak to me roughly I will transform your words to laughing. I can change a cold-hearted soul  into a kind and compassionate one. Howeve°r if you insult me I will become ashes and only a smile can bring me to reconciliation.

There is a Sad Rain above the City
Kuorakka kurus ardakh
Text: Nataljia Kharlamp'eva

Once there lived a younger lady in this city.She resembled the dreary Autumn rain. She had character and was proud and never afraid of challenges. She knew no fears. Sometimes she was sad and hid it from no one. She'd go with her back bent walking through the rainy city. Sometimes she was wonderfully joyful and wrote gorgious poems. But still one day she left her city forever. Since then the sad rains torment me and there are no longer any stories which she could tell me.

I Will Recognize a Soul Partner
Serejuem ajmakhtyy duuhany
Text: Nsataljia Kharlamp'eva

I can feel a related soul immediately.It is enough to have a friendly smile and I recognize that I'm related with this human being. When you speak I can even recognize a soul partner through longwinded conversation and I offer my hand.We would understand eachh other suddendly and it will become light around us.

A Pleeding Song
Aar tataj ogoloor
Text: Nataljia Kharlamp'eva

As one can see  the Nature is doing poorly. The forest are loosing many trees, the seas and lakeare emptied form their fish. Mankind doesn't treat nature well. The spirits of the woods and lakes are dissapointed from mankind and are enemies with each other. The human being only thinks of money. They have become weak as well and break apart from the smallest things. I will tell you all honestly that I hope mÞy pleeding song reaches the omnipotent. Who understands he will decipher, who shall look ,shall see, and who wishes to listen ,will hear.

You won't feel it Coming
Text: Nataljia Kharlamp'eva

You don't feel how from day to day and from hour to hour that you are loosing me.Unwaringly and slowly I distant myself ,always further from you. With me goes my smile and my voice far beyond in the Distance.

When You Come to Me
En kellergin
Text: Anna Parnikova

You have a horse. When you come on him riding so I will lean myself on his mane and come in happiness that you have arrived. Whips, that you left fall in the snow I will stroke with my fingers. You say Hello and I pretend as if I don't hear.I prepare you a lunch and hold my breathe while you eat. When you go my look follows yearningly your shoulders. And when I hear the hoofs of the horse as they gallop away I sratch the ice on the window.

Song of Parting
Text: Platon Ojuunuskaj

In the abscence of her husband a woman lived for six months with another man.Now it is time to part from one another. My friend, we have spent six months together and in your travels perchance you're here, don't walk by my house but come in and be my guest. You have your own house, go home, and I wish yioou all the best.

Be happy!
Text: Nataljia Kharlamp'eva

A Hug in Autumn
Late love. A woman reminds herself of her lover's kiss.The odor of the trees reminds her of the taste of his lips.Late love, secret love.

Shaman Song
Udagan yryta
Text: trad.

The personal spirit of a man is being summoned. Butter and kumys are offered to burn in sacrifice.The Shamanin says eat it fire, eat it up, the ritual can begin.

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