Текст песни НАСЫБУЛЛИН - Волчья стая

On the steppes afar
Konsky snoring is heard.
Along the empty Bolshak
Trail from wolf paws.
In silver frosty miles
Troika rolls.
Wolf flock - to the wind nose -
Eagerly rock.
Neither fire and nor soul
In snow-white clubti.
- Traveler, cute, do not rush
On a date with death ...
I'm also from fate
Everything somewhere runoff
And pouring my trail
Wolf flock trails.
But do not return it back
Neither threat nor the back.
And horses in advance
A flock rushed flew.
Troika sneaked, suffered,
Splattered a shot with a torn wound,
And the junction hid the blades
In whips of white buran ...
What per night is neither a light ...
Snow isphant and Iscake.
Along the empty Bolshak
Silver lathe gym.
So I'm in the unfortunate way
Life like a triple by chase.
So I someday
Meeting in the Wolf Field.