Текст песни Ночные снайперы - Идет охота на волчат

My sight has appeared the most accurate,
Gender-elbow to the temple, I do not understand one thing -
How could on the edge for so many years so many winters,
Not a great hero and unharmed.
       
But there was a moon, heart sunk down
And the eyebrows in the snow, in blue snow belly.
And on the backs of missiles tow lights,
Fractional waltz on the backs of slip.
                   
Goes hunting for the cubs.

       
Do not bite down on the mouth, do not look for a smoke,
To hell with just words, to what to say.
Black mark on the forehead for full face seal,
Better to just keep quiet.
        
Goes hunting for the cubs.

        
Together Inhale, exhale one.
It is surprising that until now I live,
It's amazing how much blood in me,
No one to give, my blood is not the price.

   
Remains his teeth and shut up,
Legs throw in running.
                  
Goes hunting for cubs
                 
Goes hunting for the cubs.