(Music) ‘Eagle Song’ by Sabrina Montanaro

Sabrina Montanaro

(Click above to listen to the music.)

I was born and brought up in London in an Italo-Swedish Family.  I trained as a vocal-composer in Florence with Gabriella Bartolomei.  I’m now resident in Roma.

Once upon a time I sat over a valley of Temples and asked God for a sign… after a long silence… a bee hit my drum and flew off.  This was the sign.

I discovered that the bee was a messenger of all the Goddesses that had been silenced on the planet; and that the drum was the primordial heart-beat, the Law and pulse of ecstasy, of fusing the mystical and physical in creation.

I became a-kin to the bee in my musical and spiritual research collecting nectar in India, Afro-Colombia and Indigenous Colombia and Ireland .

When the time was ripe the Universe gave me a twin-soul to give birth musically with: Eugenio Chabaneau from Argentina, composer, poet and Master-guitarist… and a bee hit the drum ! was born.

Now working on 2nd CD all instrumental a bit ‘ Andino ‘ dedicated to ‘Angels in time of war’.

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  1. Eagle Song (lyrics and prayer)
    EAGLE SONG..:

    ”… two eagles fly up high ,
    with their feathers aflame,
    naked they fall to the earth again,
    and yet in full feather they fly up soon,
    that Fountain is Lord of sun and moon !”

    EAGLE SONG EAGLE SONG
    THAT I NEED TO SING
    EAGLE SONG EAGLE SONG
    THAT I NEED TO SING

    LIKE A SUN IN MY EYES
    THAT CAN SEE ALL THINGS
    LIKE A SUN IN MY EYES
    THAT CAN SEE ALL THINGS

    EAGLE SONG EAGLE SONG
    THE HIGHEST MYSTERY
    EAGLE SONG EAGLE SONG
    THE DARKEST MISERY

    LIKE A SUNIN MY HEART
    THAT CAN LOVE ALL THINGS
    LIKE A SUN IN MY HEART
    THAT CAN LOVE ALL THINGS

    LIKE A CUPOF GOLD
    WITH THE SERPENTS WINGS
    LIKE A CUP OF GOLD
    WITH THE SERPENTS WINGS

    THERE ARE HOURS
    I FEELMAROONED
    LIKE A DYING DOLPHIN…

    BREATH OF LIFE
    I BELONG
    TO THE LIVING

    LIKE A CUP OF GOLD

    …where I need to fly up high
    in my bliss… kiss me now
    and let me know …the bliss
    of the heavens… of the earth…
    Oh Pain!…treachery of War…hatred of the living!
    Kiss me now
    Intertwine
    beyond the wine
    the ecstasy
    A cry
    THE EAGLE IS BORN
    A CUP OF GOLD

    LIKE A CUP OF GOLD
    WITH THE SERPENTS WINGS

    A CUP OF GOLD

    LIKE A CUP OF POISON
    TURNED TO HONEY
    I tread sure

    LIKE A CUP OF POISON
    TURNED TO HONEY
    I restore

    EAGLE SONG EAGLE SONG
    THAT I NEED TO SING
    EAGLE SONG EAGLE SONG
    THAT I NEED TO SING

    LIKE A SUN IN MY EYES
    THAT CAN SEE ALL THINGS
    SEE ALL THINGS
    SEE ALL THINGS
    EAGLE SONG
    LIKE A SUN IN MY EYES
    THAT CAN SEE ALL THINGS

    …life and death I see you breathing through time…

    ( copyrights@Sabrina Montanaro)

    This song was born on the day the population of Baghdad Iraq were waiting for the first bombs in surreal peace .These vulnerable families completely innocent victims of Saddam Hussein would in a matter of hours be twice victims, to protect us from the imagined threat of chemical warfare and world terrorism.The night where the Eagles of the human mind compromised their virtue…A prayer that one day…peace would inevitably return …an invocation that a divine cup fly and spill soothing balm into the wound of the living and the dead,in the flesh and in the spirit of each child ,elder or wounded soldier ,raped mother and redeem the desire to let the river flow clean again…

    May the Eagles Fly Innocent in the human Mind Again and the Poison turn to honey…Peace has always returned…Let us face this truth and start licking our wounds and drink from the fountain of the sun and the moon .

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