[Intro]
Whispers in the dark, recipes and war tales blend
Grandma's kitchen smells like gunpowder again
Blood memory flowing through these veins
Stories passed down like sweet pain
[Verse 1]
Baklava and bullet holes, that's how the story goes
Grandma's hands shake while the pastry dough flows
She never said it loud, but her eyes showed the ghost
Of a revolution that got too f*cking close
Inherited nightmares, I wake up in cold sweat
DNA carrying battles I ain't fought yet
Family tree's got roots in resistance
Each branch holding secrets with persistence
[Chorus]
They tried to break us, but we're still here
Generations deep, we persevere
Through the silence, through the fear
Ancient wounds still crystal clear
We ain't victims, we're survivors
Blood memory runs like live wires
[Verse 2]
Every recipe's got a hidden story
Behind sweet syrup lies something more gory
Grandma's whispers paint pictures in my head
Of fighters in shadows, some alive, some dead
She taught me more than just how to bake
Showed me how a spirit refuses to break
Now I carry her war inside my bones
Turn her trauma into stepping stones
[Bridge]
Sometimes I hear her voice in my dreams
Speaking languages I'll never understand
But pain needs no translation, it seems
As darkness spreads across this promised land
[Verse 3]
Industrial beats match my heartbeat now
Converting memories to sound somehow
Each bass drop hits like a distant bomb
While I process shit through this healing balm
Mixing past and present into noise
Using pain like some f*cked up toys
But that's how we survive, ain't it?
Turn our wounds into art, make it fit
[Chorus]
They tried to break us, but we're still here
Generations deep, we persevere
Through the silence, through the fear
Ancient wounds still crystal clear
We ain't victims, we're survivors
Blood memory runs like live wires
[Outro]
Grandma's recipes, I still got them all
But the real ingredients are in her call
To remember, to resist, to remain
To transform this generational pain
Into something beautiful, something strong
That's why I'm putting it all in this song
Let it echo through time like her voice
Making survival a conscious choice
Rémi Du Chemin - Shrapnel Lullaby Lyrics
Rémi Du Chemin - Shrapnel Lullaby Lyrics
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English
[Intro]
Whispers in the dark, recipes and war tales blend
Grandma's kitchen smells like gunpowder again
Blood memory flowing through these veins
Stories passed down like sweet pain
[Verse 1]
Baklava and bullet holes, that's how the story goes
Grandma's hands shake while the pastry dough flows
She never said it loud, but her eyes showed the ghost
Of a revolution that got too f*cking close
Inherited nightmares, I wake up in cold sweat
DNA carrying battles I ain't fought yet
Family tree's got roots in resistance
Each branch holding secrets with persistence
[Chorus]
They tried to break us, but we're still here
Generations deep, we persevere
Through the silence, through the fear
Ancient wounds still crystal clear
We ain't victims, we're survivors
Blood memory runs like live wires
[Verse 2]
Every recipe's got a hidden story
Behind sweet syrup lies something more gory
Grandma's whispers paint pictures in my head
Of fighters in shadows, some alive, some dead
She taught me more than just how to bake
Showed me how a spirit refuses to break
Now I carry her war inside my bones
Turn her trauma into stepping stones
[Bridge]
Sometimes I hear her voice in my dreams
Speaking languages I'll never understand
But pain needs no translation, it seems
As darkness spreads across this promised land
[Verse 3]
Industrial beats match my heartbeat now
Converting memories to sound somehow
Each bass drop hits like a distant bomb
While I process shit through this healing balm
Mixing past and present into noise
Using pain like some f*cked up toys
But that's how we survive, ain't it?
Turn our wounds into art, make it fit
[Chorus]
They tried to break us, but we're still here
Generations deep, we persevere
Through the silence, through the fear
Ancient wounds still crystal clear
We ain't victims, we're survivors
Blood memory runs like live wires
[Outro]
Grandma's recipes, I still got them all
But the real ingredients are in her call
To remember, to resist, to remain
To transform this generational pain
Into something beautiful, something strong
That's why I'm putting it all in this song
Let it echo through time like her voice
Making survival a conscious choice
Whispers in the dark, recipes and war tales blend
Grandma's kitchen smells like gunpowder again
Blood memory flowing through these veins
Stories passed down like sweet pain
[Verse 1]
Baklava and bullet holes, that's how the story goes
Grandma's hands shake while the pastry dough flows
She never said it loud, but her eyes showed the ghost
Of a revolution that got too f*cking close
Inherited nightmares, I wake up in cold sweat
DNA carrying battles I ain't fought yet
Family tree's got roots in resistance
Each branch holding secrets with persistence
[Chorus]
They tried to break us, but we're still here
Generations deep, we persevere
Through the silence, through the fear
Ancient wounds still crystal clear
We ain't victims, we're survivors
Blood memory runs like live wires
[Verse 2]
Every recipe's got a hidden story
Behind sweet syrup lies something more gory
Grandma's whispers paint pictures in my head
Of fighters in shadows, some alive, some dead
She taught me more than just how to bake
Showed me how a spirit refuses to break
Now I carry her war inside my bones
Turn her trauma into stepping stones
[Bridge]
Sometimes I hear her voice in my dreams
Speaking languages I'll never understand
But pain needs no translation, it seems
As darkness spreads across this promised land
[Verse 3]
Industrial beats match my heartbeat now
Converting memories to sound somehow
Each bass drop hits like a distant bomb
While I process shit through this healing balm
Mixing past and present into noise
Using pain like some f*cked up toys
But that's how we survive, ain't it?
Turn our wounds into art, make it fit
[Chorus]
They tried to break us, but we're still here
Generations deep, we persevere
Through the silence, through the fear
Ancient wounds still crystal clear
We ain't victims, we're survivors
Blood memory runs like live wires
[Outro]
Grandma's recipes, I still got them all
But the real ingredients are in her call
To remember, to resist, to remain
To transform this generational pain
Into something beautiful, something strong
That's why I'm putting it all in this song
Let it echo through time like her voice
Making survival a conscious choice
Writer: Ivan J.
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC