Текст песни Ori Kon - Белый Волк

White Wolf

Not your fault that my house burned down, and the bed was the grass.
When the black wings caught up with me I'll waiting for one.
Bird gray or wingless I like to call me yourself now?
In the world of this terrible and cruel war, everyone knows that you are a beast.

White Wolf, White Wolf, the fate of no umchishsya on the feet.
For you vosled fly doom, he had your smelled.
In her hair weave white flower, you probably love the flowers.
You have no home, you are under one sky, well, my home is where you are.

I'm trying to sleep thinking one under the sky strewn with stars.
Why are we like animals kuёm blades to avoid becoming someone else's dinner?
I would also like to be a wolf, my blade for Oster.
That the blood of his own land to soak those in the city brings fire.

I know how much you are trying to catch up with the wolves, how do you run to.
I'm no match for them, but what I Beast - I will question you in a dream.
You hair affectionately treplesh call me and puppy asleep.
And then I go to sleep, hugging you, knowing for sure that I - cub.

White Wolf, White Wolf, the fate of no umchishsya on the feet.
For you vosled fly doom, he had your smelled.
In your hair weave white flower, you probably love the flowers.
You have no home, you are under the sky one well and my home is where you are.