Текст песни
[Intro]
We come from the quiet women.
The ones who didn’t shout—but shifted rooms.
Now we speak, not to explain—
But to remember.
(We remember…)
[Verse 1]
We were born from branches that curved in different winds—
But rooted in the same soil.
Her mother. My father.
Two names braided by blood,
Carried by the same fire our grandmother used
To cook prayers into cornbread.
She walks like thunder under velvet.
I move like rivers through stone.
Same line. Different code.
But Spirit never split us.
[Chorus]
We are the line they dreamed through.
The last two who kept the flame lit.
Not just cousins—
But cosmic confirmation
That the gift still lives.
We don’t need to prove it.
We are it.
Two goddesses with different rhythms—
But the same roar.
(Ohhh, the same roar…)
[Verse 2]
She builds from vision—I carve with sound.
But the blueprint was always shared.
Our grandmother walked in prophecy
Before anyone gave it a name.
This ain’t just lineage.
It’s frequency.
We were marked before we knew.
Two watchers. Two weavers.
Still standing when the rest forgot
The cost of remembrance.
[Chorus]
We are the song that stayed.
The hush between generations.
We don’t echo—we originate.
We don’t repeat—we reveal.
Not just women.
Not just family.
We are portals.
We are pulse.
Two goddesses in agreement
With the ancestors’ breath.
(The breath... the breath…)
[Bridge]
When she weeps—I know why.
When I pray—she moves.
We don’t finish each other’s sentences.
We finish each other’s lifetimes.