Текст песни Волф - Лорд Байрон

Dysfect, like a child, and a boy in the years,
Soul-dedicated to killing passions
Not keeping shame, not believing in virtue,
Deceiving devices and lies sympathy witness
Skillful hypocrite from the earliest days
Changeable, like a whirlwind on the fields of fields,
Smolester of modest maids, careless friends,
From school years an expert of the conditions of light false, -
Let me smelled the path of vice to the end
And before the rest reached his crown.
But passion, still tormented the heart, powerful
Take him to eat tumor scum scum;
Permeated lust, he chain chain tears
And in the cup of the former echo dying drinks.