12 October 2012
Well rock-a-bye baby Cuz mommy's right here She'll love you to death Then drown herself too
She'll sing over blue lips Coo over water-worn skin Laugh at the movement of the Wind in your hair
She'll dance till she notices You don't dance too Then she'll tell you 'get up We're still playing Darling, get up'
She's scream when she notices She'll weep when it's clear She'll cry to the stars That accidents happen
But then, somehow you'll Disappear She'll say you're just out To gossiping wives Then search out small children Out late in the dark
She drag them to their watery graves She laugh at their screams Saying, 'see, that's playing my dear' Until water covers all and the light Flies from young eyes
Retreating back she'll shake her head 'no child of mine, No child of mine' A shawl around chilled shoulders A frown on chilled lips
(based on an urban legend where I'm from)
La Llorona • Opuss № I