💙10 - Ainu, Call of the Sacred Grove🤍

Folkloric Ainu-inspired song blending traditional instruments (mukkuri, tonkori) with "upopo" (female rhythmic polyphony) and "yukar" (epic sung storytelling), These elements open the track and return in the bridge, The song fuses joyful, festive folk metal with Ainu heritage, featuring complex polyrhythms and experimental structure, Female vocals dominate, rich with multi-layered harmonies and atmospheric backing choirs, A deep baritone male voice adds contrast in select sections, The mix is original, syncopated, and emotionally rich, celebrating nature and tradition with modern energy, Unique, immersive, and deeply respectful of Ainu musical roots

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Helena gazed through the oval window of the plane as snow-dusted ridges came into view. She turned toward Scorti, a playful gleam in her eye.
“I hope you’re ready, my love. I’ve arranged a royal welcome.”

Scorti raised a perfectly arched brow. “Let me guess. Another princess?”
Helena grinned. “Technically yes. Akiko. French by birth, but princess by marriage. She's fluent in Japanese and will be our translator.”
Scorti leaned back, mock-exasperated. “We’re never just two, are we?”
Helena chuckled. “She’s here just for the step. The adventure’s still ours. And anyway, think of it as practice, we’ll have to get used to people adoring us.”
Scorti smirked. “We already do.”

Outside the airport in Sapporo, a soft winter breeze welcomed them. Akiko was waiting in a long coat with intricate red stitching, next to a woman with solemn eyes and a round, radiant face.

“Helena!” Akiko ran forward and embraced her. “Still alive, I see.”
“I try,” Helena laughed, then Akiko turned to the woman. “Scorti, meet Tukara. It means ‘Moon’ in Ainu.”
Scorti nodded, offering a warm, curious smile.
Akiko leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “I’ve heard of you. Helena talks about you often.”
Scorti cocked her head. “In flattering terms, I hope?”
Helena nudged her playfully. “Only told her you have a terrible temper.” She kissed Scorti's cheek and murmured at her ear. “She knows how much I love you. The rest is our secret.”

They rode in silence for a time through icy forests, until the trees gave way to a clearing where traditional wooden houses stood, modest yet imbued with dignity. Smoke curled into the sky, carrying scents of cedar and something earthy.

“This is Nibutani,” Tukara said softly. “A small Ainu village.”
Helena's eyes lit up. “It feels like a sacred pause between the trees.”
Tukara nodded. “We build near rivers and forests. The kamuy, the spirits, live in all things. If we are kind, they speak back.”

That evening, around a fire, the four of them sat on thick pelts. The fire crackled like old stories being remembered. Conversation bloomed.

“Where do your people live?” Scorti asked.
Tukara answered, “Mainly here, in Hokkaidō. But before… we lived even on Sakhalin and the Kuriles. The Japanese call us Ainu, it means ‘human’. Simple.”
Akiko translated with fluid grace, sipping hot tea.

Helena turned to her. “You’ve truly settled here, haven’t you?”
“I have new projects,” Akiko said with a mysterious smile.
Helena narrowed her eyes, smirking. “Seventy or eighty percent cacao?”
Akiko burst out laughing. “Eighty-five. Bitter and refined.”
Scorti added dryly, “Just like you.”

As Tukara explained, the Ainu lived through hunting and fishing. The men wore embroidered robes and revered their beards. The women once bore sacred tattoos near their mouths, a rite of passage silenced by Japanese law.

“We raise bear cubs,” Tukara said calmly. “Then set them free, to return to the gods in ceremony. It’s not cruelty, it’s gratitude.”
Scorti blinked. “That’s… beautiful. And hard.”
“Yes,” Tukara said simply. “All true things are.”

They spoke of the iomante, of foxes being messengers and owls protectors. Every river had a name, every tree a whisper. Helena and Scorti listened with reverence.

“When we catch salmon,” Tukara said, “we thank it aloud. If we forget, the river might not give again.”
Scorti leaned forward. “And you believe the spirits hear?”
Tukara smiled. “It’s not about belief. It’s about remembering.”

That night, under a dark sky peppered with stars, Helena leaned against Scorti beside the fire.
“We’re always learning,” she whispered. “Even when we think we’re only walking.”

The next morning was music. Helena sang in old Norse modes; Scorti responded in Romanian melodies laced with fire. Tukara answered with Ainu throat chants, joined by Akiko’s quiet harmonies. They laughed between verses, teasing each other’s accents and clapping out rhythms on carved wooden drums.

They stayed several days, exchanging not just words, but laughter, memory, and care. When they finally left, it wasn’t a goodbye, it was the continuation of a song still echoing in their bones.

As they walked down the narrow forest path, Scorti took Helena’s hand.
“No more princesses after this?”
Helena winked. “Only you, my angel. Only you.”

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Ape kamuy ni uk, somo ran mura
Upaskuma wen kamuy inkar
Iyomante e uske, rametok ki
Urespa itak kamuy hoski

We met beneath the cedar sky 
Our tongues were braided by wind and fire 
You showed me where the spirits sleep 
And I brought stories from distant peaks 
No walls stood between our breath 
Just flame, just truth, and earth beneath

Iyomante irankarapte!

Nous sommes le feu de la mémoire
Des rivières sacrées dans la voix 
Me kulku me hiljaa 
Puiden sielut laulavat 
Trăim prin cântec viu 
Cinstind ce e vechi, pur 
Sing with us the dawn of breath 
Our spirits dance beyond all death

Aynu ruyne, itak kamuy
Kasiwen rusuy tan e
Kotan nupuri, okari tusu
Kamuy ikasuy cise

The moon’s name echoed through the trees 
Your silence taught more than words could say 
We offered songs to the feathered gods 
And salmon dreams to silver streams
This night, no border holds us still 
One heart, one flame, one voice to thrill

Kamuy okari somo hoski,
Uske ne aynu inkar.

Nous sommes la voix du sol 
Et les tambours du passé profond 
Kiviin kaiverrettu sydän 
Kanssa tuulen me itkemme 
Sub cer rosu strabun 
Curat ca ploaia rece
We rise with trees and stars 
And learn to carry scars

Ape kamuy ni uk, somo ran mura
Upaskuma wen kamuy inkar
Iyomante e uske, rametok ki
Urespa itak kamuy hoski

Kamuy cepa okay
Kapram upaskuma
Nupuri kamuy tusu
Eramusuy kar e
Ruyne aynu itak
Kamuy inkar eyan (x3)

You opened doors carved in stone 
Taught me to kneel before the sky 
No gods of war, no flags in flame 
Only trust in fire and grain
From river’s song to forest breath 
We walk with truth and not regret

Iyomante irankarapte!

Les tambours résonnent encore 
Dans nos chants d’or et de cendre
Jään sisään sydämesi 
Kuin lumi keväällä
Adu-ti drumul tău 
Spre mine, mereu viu 
We will not break the bond
Our voices now are one (x2)

Kamuy hoski, upaskuma tusu
Aynu itak, rusuy kapram

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❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍 @𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓐𝓴𝓲𝓴𝓸 : Cette chanson est pour toi, une petite pensée pour ma princesse chérie pour te donner de la force dans tes nouveaux projets 🥰🤗 ---> https://www.youtube.com/@PrincessAkikoHeartfield <--- ❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍❤️🤍 💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙ENGLISH💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Helena gazed through the oval window of the plane as snow-dusted ridges came into view. She turned toward Scorti, a playful gleam in her eye. “I hope you’re ready, my love. I’ve arranged a royal welcome.” Scorti raised a perfectly arched brow. “Let me guess. Another princess?” Helena grinned. “Technically yes. Akiko. French by birth, but princess by marriage. She's fluent in Japanese and will be our translator.” Scorti leaned back, mock-exasperated. “We’re never just two, are we?” Helena chuckled. “She’s here just for the step. The adventure’s still ours. And anyway, think of it as practice, we’ll have to get used to people adoring us.” Scorti smirked. “We already do.” Outside the airport in Sapporo, a soft winter breeze welcomed them. Akiko was waiting in a long coat with intricate red stitching, next to a woman with solemn eyes and a round, radiant face. “Helena!” Akiko ran forward and embraced her. “Still alive, I see.” “I try,” Helena laughed, then Akiko turned to the woman. “Scorti, meet Tukara. It means ‘Moon’ in Ainu.” Scorti nodded, offering a warm, curious smile. Akiko leaned closer, whispering conspiratorially, “I’ve heard of you. Helena talks about you often.” Scorti cocked her head. “In flattering terms, I hope?” Helena nudged her playfully. “Only told her you have a terrible temper.” She kissed Scorti's cheek and murmured at her ear. “She knows how much I love you. The rest is our secret.” They rode in silence for a time through icy forests, until the trees gave way to a clearing where traditional wooden houses stood, modest yet imbued with dignity. Smoke curled into the sky, carrying scents of cedar and something earthy. “This is Nibutani,” Tukara said softly. “A small Ainu village.” Helena's eyes lit up. “It feels like a sacred pause between the trees.” Tukara nodded. “We build near rivers and forests. The kamuy, the spirits, live in all things. If we are kind, they speak back.” That evening, around a fire, the four of them sat on thick pelts. The fire crackled like old stories being remembered. Conversation bloomed. “Where do your people live?” Scorti asked. Tukara answered, “Mainly here, in Hokkaidō. But before… we lived even on Sakhalin and the Kuriles. The Japanese call us Ainu, it means ‘human’. Simple.” Akiko translated with fluid grace, sipping hot tea. Helena turned to her. “You’ve truly settled here, haven’t you?” “I have new projects,” Akiko said with a mysterious smile. Helena narrowed her eyes, smirking. “Seventy or eighty percent cacao?” Akiko burst out laughing. “Eighty-five. Bitter and refined.” Scorti added dryly, “Just like you.” As Tukara explained, the Ainu lived through hunting and fishing. The men wore embroidered robes and revered their beards. The women once bore sacred tattoos near their mouths, a rite of passage silenced by Japanese law. “We raise bear cubs,” Tukara said calmly. “Then set them free, to return to the gods in ceremony. It’s not cruelty, it’s gratitude.” Scorti blinked. “That’s… beautiful. And hard.” “Yes,” Tukara said simply. “All true things are.” They spoke of the iomante, of foxes being messengers and owls protectors. Every river had a name, every tree a whisper. Helena and Scorti listened with reverence. “When we catch salmon,” Tukara said, “we thank it aloud. If we forget, the river might not give again.” Scorti leaned forward. “And you believe the spirits hear?” Tukara smiled. “It’s not about belief. It’s about remembering.” That night, under a dark sky peppered with stars, Helena leaned against Scorti beside the fire. “We’re always learning,” she whispered. “Even when we think we’re only walking.” The next morning was music. Helena sang in old Norse modes; Scorti responded in Romanian melodies laced with fire. Tukara answered with Ainu throat chants, joined by Akiko’s quiet harmonies. They laughed between verses, teasing each other’s accents and clapping out rhythms on carved wooden drums. They stayed several days, exchanging not just words, but laughter, memory, and care. When they finally left, it wasn’t a goodbye, it was the continuation of a song still echoing in their bones. As they walked down the narrow forest path, Scorti took Helena’s hand. “No more princesses after this?” Helena winked. “Only you, my angel. Only you.” 💙🤍💙🤍💙💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍💙🤍 Ape kamuy ni uk, somo ran mura Upaskuma wen kamuy inkar Iyomante e uske, rametok ki Urespa itak kamuy hoski We met beneath the cedar sky Our tongues were braided by wind and fire You showed me where the spirits sleep And I brought stories from distant peaks No walls stood between our breath Just flame, just truth, and earth beneath Iyomante irankarapte! Nous sommes le feu de la mémoire Des rivières sacrées dans la voix Me kulku me hiljaa Puiden sielut laulavat Trăim prin cântec viu Cinstind ce e vechi, pur Sing with us the dawn of breath Our spirits dance beyond all death Aynu ruyne, itak kamuy Kasiwen rusuy tan e Kotan nupuri, okari tusu Kamuy ikasuy cise The moon’s name echoed through the trees Your silence taught more than words could say We offered songs to the feathered gods And salmon dreams to silver streams This night, no border holds us still One heart, one flame, one voice to thrill Kamuy okari somo hoski, Uske ne aynu inkar. Nous sommes la voix du sol Et les tambours du passé profond Kiviin kaiverrettu sydän Kanssa tuulen me itkemme Sub cer rosu strabun Curat ca ploaia rece We rise with trees and stars And learn to carry scars Ape kamuy ni uk, somo ran mura Upaskuma wen kamuy inkar Iyomante e uske, rametok ki Urespa itak kamuy hoski Kamuy cepa okay Kapram upaskuma Nupuri kamuy tusu Eramusuy kar e Ruyne aynu itak Kamuy inkar eyan (x3) You opened doors carved in stone Taught me to kneel before the sky No gods of war, no flags in flame Only trust in fire and grain From river’s song to forest breath We walk with truth and not regret Iyomante irankarapte! Les tambours résonnent encore Dans nos chants d’or et de cendre Jään sisään sydämesi Kuin lumi keväällä Adu-ti drumul tău Spre mine, mereu viu We will not break the bond Our voices now are one (x2) Kamuy hoski, upaskuma tusu Aynu itak, rusuy kapram

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