Biografía:
Rasputina es una de las bandas más inusuales desde hace varios años, combina con éxito varios elementos del rock, pop, y música clásica en su propio sonido único.
Rasputina es una pseudo-clásica “gótico-positiva” por así denominarla, banda de cellistas que existe desde hace más de 10 años. Por ella han pasado muchas chicas atraídas por la idea de hacer música divertida y a la vez depresiva, usando para ello nada más que cellos, voz y electricidad, lideradas siempre por su versatil e incoherente vocalista Melora Creager.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Am G Em Am
Am G Em D
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill
Am G Em D
They say that there's a little girl there still
Am G Em D
She wasn't raised like the other kids
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G Em Am
Am G Em D
The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets
Am G Em D
That her baby is a human she forgets
Am G Em D
In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G D
She must be ten or eleven now
D Am G Am
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
Am G D G Am
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Not having really neither wings nor beak
She never learned to walk or speak
To the child, the mother never says a word
To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird
All the birds around they taught the little girl their language
When she's not understood she starts to get real angry
So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings
Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing!
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Kept like a pet in an old hen coop
The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food
Still pitiful no care shown but it's
The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones
Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans?
From pursed perch from that attic she flits
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G Em D
They say not far away, In fact upon that hill
Am G Em D
They say that there's a little girl there still
Am G Em D
She wasn't raised like the other kids
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G Em Am
Am G Em D
The mother's blind and keeps some birds as pets
Am G Em D
That her baby is a human she forgets
Am G Em D
In a tiny wire pen that little girl still sits
Am G Em Am
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Am G D
She must be ten or eleven now
D Am G Am
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
Am G D G Am
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Not having really neither wings nor beak
She never learned to walk or speak
To the child, the mother never says a word
To communicate, this little girl, she chirps like a bird
All the birds around they taught the little girl their language
When she's not understood she starts to get real angry
So she waves her hands around just like they were her wings
Hope it when she's happy, you should hear her sing!
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Kept like a pet in an old hen coop
The mother didn't beat her and she gave her food
Still pitiful no care shown but it's
The life of the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
A skinny thing with brittle glass-like bones
Was it wind in the trees or the Snow Hen's moans?
From pursed perch from that attic she flits
Miss Lynn, the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
She must be ten or eleven now
I heard she's pretty but she don't have all her wits
She is the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
I'll leave the cage door open
We'll see how far she gets
She's known as the Snow Hen of Austerlitz
Ratto
Rauf & Faik
Raul Midon
Raul Ornelas
Raul Seixas