Текст песни АбутОрь - Старый Вожак

Burnt sun, snow crunching ash,
It fell from heaven, carpeting the forest
Scenting prey, bristling grin,
On the trail came a wolf pack leader

He is proud and brave, anticipating the fight
Pack your leads for a
His fur and fangs vzdyblena that the knives
He will break any and take on bayonets

And in the pitch of night, two red beacon
Like a moth looking for light, two lights
But there is no path without end
He hurriedly grabbed the throat of the enemy
Blood poured from torn veins,
Los Resistance gave them
Everyone in the school knows its place
There is no chance of elk - it lies in the snow

Mouth of blood and fatigue, but is full!
What else do you need to be happy?
But gnawing anguish, clutching the heart in a vise
And he raised his face, closing his eyes
He howled at the moon
Dropping the snow man's tears