Текст песни Анатолий Головков - Песня волка

The heady smell of barley
Fire in the wilderness
They attract and torment me.
Although the wounds are countless from the brush,
The pain of the soul is stronger.

I'm lucky I'm just a beast
Loved, but became a wolf.
And now I'm trapped
My huntsman aimed straight at the target
But it didn't hit the heart.

Leaving no trace in the grass
I am in a hurry.
Stubble tickles on the cheek
I'm running along a narrow path
And I'm not afraid of death.

I didn't believe in different words -
"Total", "Limit", "End".
But the denouement is as follows:
I came to home, barely got there,
Hit the lead in the chest.