Like a wood crack in a old tree,
Lost in a deep ancient forest.
This is my soul, safe home for sadness.
Everywhere shunned by everyone, roaming
And unwanted, thirsty and hungry Sadness
Found shelter within myself.
My soul is a safe place where even the last one find rest. My bones are made of iron from the stars, my meat is sweet and tender, my fat is rich and tasty, my blood is red liquor.
My sweat is made of dew, my words are songs. Sadness wanted part of my immortality. Shunned and feared She surrenders to my power. Sadness became a ghost within my soul. Like a Sun ray, a flame heat She died within a smile.
In the land of cold and darkness She dwells to find another place. She is uncomfortable within my Soul. She is not used to the luxuries of the tent of a King. She went away riding the feathers of a three legged raven made of charcoals and red ruby eyes…
Mongolian shaman udha song to dispell sadness