Текст песни LUMEN - Волк

I should not have left his soul at the threshold
Poissohlas refiner
But he could no longer drag a burden
All scratched, screamed

And let her dragged off into the woods at night
The evil wolves, evil wolves
I have it, if necessary, turn back
No soul - there is a shotgun

And the soul is through the swamps porazbuhla,
Alive, sighted!
She wore a gray wolf gray skin
And she did not give me

I bleed wolf shot in the chest
Lumbago right through the chest
But my soul something its not turn up
Do not turn up, do not return

She will not go to me,
She does not want me
And pitiful eyes
All the waiting and sharpening his teeth
My soul is a stranger rushes back into the pack
And I run after her
I am a wolf - I know it!