Текст песни Волчонок - Сколько волка не корми

Once the hunter is young, engineered with a wolf under the moon
And seeing little wagons, the hunter was not happy himself
And the wicked ticking home, put on the chain but the day of the day
He began to hear from night to the morning, about wicked terrible words
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How much wolf doesn't call the wolf and there
How much wolf does not feed he looks into the forest
Never tomorrow
Wolf will not sell his freedom

Year passed after him passed another, in the spring the hunter of a young
Having filled with a chain with a hand, let it go in the woods thick
And the wicked wagon went, but then, the flock of evil wolves brought to the house
And bitter hunter then remembered these terrible words
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How much wolf doesn't call the wolf and there
How much wolf does not feed he looks into the forest
Never tomorrow
Wolf will not sell his freedom
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Pr-B.
How much wolf doesn't call the wolf and there
How much wolf does not feed he looks into the forest
Never tomorrow
Wolf will not sell his freedom