Текст песни Муса Джалиль - волки

People blood shed in battles:
How many thousands of day will die!
Sore smell of mining, near
Frank wolves all night long.

Wolf eyes flare:
How many meat of people and horses!
Here is one shootout price!
Here is a night vintage batteries!

Wolf flock leader Matera,
Anticipation of Pera Hmelen
So measurement: it was nailed
Almost near the ranking moan.

Then, to the birch of turning his head,
Ranged wounded, Tomim pain,
And birch swinging over him,
As if the mother was killed over him.

The old wolf stood over the fighter.
Examined and sniffed it
For something in the eye looked,
But did not do anything to him ...

At dawn and people came.
See: The wounded breathes a little bit.
And the hope is still there
This sparkle is inflated.

People in the body drove first
Hot racks
And then on birch, in the loop,
This weak life died ...

People blood shed in battles:
How many thousands of day will die!
Sore smell of mining near
Frank wolves all night long.
What is there wolves! Terrible and worse
Flocks of wild two-legged beasts.