дочери

мы дОчери свЕта и тьмы,
чрез векА
смешенье идёт постоянно
судьба нас напрАвит:
в итоге добУдем
проблЕмную пАмять
прострАнства...
любвИ, неприЯзни:
прИзрачный   дым
в коллЕкции "пАра" стяжАем.
смеЁмся  иль  плАчем,
страстЯми  кипИм,
мурлЫкаем нЕжно,
то бАрсом рычИм,
бодрИмся во гнЕве...
иль слАдостно бдим...

но тОлько взрастИм
матерИнский инстИнкт

так ...
срАзу  ...

себЯ  ...
терЯем  ...

перевод под EDM:

Daughters

[Intro]
(Deep sub-bass pulse, shimmering arp, atmospheric pad, soft snare roll fading into kick)
We are daughters of light and of darkness, through the ages we stand,
A constant blend of fire and shadow, shifting across the land.
The mix keeps flowing, never still, a current we can’t command,
As fate will steer us where it will, across the burning sand.

[Verse 1]
In the end, we’ll gather a troubled memory of the space we’ve known,
A tangled trace of love and hate, a haze that’s all our own.
Like ghostly smoke it drifts between the moments we have shared,
Collected in a pair’s dark gallery, the things we’ve dared and feared.
We laugh or cry without a pause, our passions boil and rise,
We purr so soft, then roar like lions under stormy skies.
We brace ourselves in blazing rage, or keep a sweet, quiet watch,
Dancing between extremes, caught in the current’s clutch.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Snare ghost notes, evolving synth, tension climbing)
And once the mother’s instinct grows, it wakes a deeper call,
It pulls the ground right from beneath, it shakes the walls of all.
In that exact moment, so clear, so sharp, so bittersweet,
We lose ourselves at once — the shift beneath our feet.

[Chorus]
We’re daughters of light and darkness, carried by the tide,
Through centuries we’ve walked this line, where nothing stays inside.
We hold the smoke of love and spite, the echoes we obey,
But when the instinct takes its hold, we lose the self we made.
We lose the self we made… we lose the self we made…
In one swift breath, the old identity fades.

[Verse 2]
We shift our tone from velvet sigh to a wild beast’s angry cry,
From tender murmur to the roar that shakes the night sky.
We wear our moods like shifting masks, but each is real and raw,
A storm of feeling, loud and vast, that breaks every law.
Still, the mother’s pulse inside grows stronger with each day,
Rewriting who we were before, erasing what we say.
Not as a loss, but as a shift, a turning of the key,
That changes every map we drew, sets a new gravity.

[Bridge]
(Break: kick drops, reversed vocal chop, ghostly textures, glitch FX)
The blend goes on, the mix remains, no single shade can win,
Light and dark, love and disgust — a dance we’re born within.
We collect these fragments, store them in the pair’s quiet space,
Not to forget, but to become the shape of what we face.
And when that instinct blooms at last, the pivot point arrives,
We vanish into something new, while the old self quietly dies.

(Drop: full beat returns, aggressive sub-bass, layered percussion, dark lead, bright stabs, syncopated claps)

[Chorus]
We’re daughters of light and darkness, carried by the tide,
Through centuries we’ve walked this line, where nothing stays inside.
We hold the smoke of love and spite, the echoes we obey,
But when the instinct takes its hold, we lose the self we made.
We lose the self we made… we lose the self we made…
In one swift breath, the old identity fades.

[Outro]
Daughters of light, daughters of night, forever in between,
Shifting, burning, breaking, learning what it means to be.
The smoke of feelings, the weight of time, the instinct’s steady call,
We don’t erase who we have been — we let it change us all.

(Fade with repeating vocal chop)
“We let it change us all… we let it change us all…
Even when the self is lost, a new one answers the call.”