Текст песни Forside - Волк

In the dark night, among the gloomy forests;
Where the moon of the clouds are shining;
On the rocky hill sits the wolf lonely;
Only looking at the moon in such a look deep.

He does not need to be afraid, no need to run;
He one in the whole world is no one to wait;
And there is no joy that he is forever free;
After all, there are no those who would be like him.

He does not need someone to understand him;
He is all the same, he is too tired;
And only tears appear from the eyes;
His bitter feces will never subscribe.

And there is nothing more to do as soon as sit;
And every night on the moon is only to watch;
What to lose when there is nothing to wait;
He, looking at the moon, will quietly die ...