Текст песни Shvets - Volk

He can not sleep at night,
He was alone in his pack.
there is a fox in his woods,
And in front of it, he melted.
Sheep wolf ate for dinner,
From the village hens dragged.
It is a pity that the fox is not needed,
His wolfish grin.
And he grieved over it,
Searched for joy, he lived drunkenness.
But under the moon recalled
Her lisiche decoration.
Loved and cunning eyes,
And smile, and eyes.
It's like the old fairy-tale hero
And the rural ditties.

Wolf went very late,
Howled its moon songs.
He turned his gaze at the stars,
Suddenly I thought of the sorcerer.
He gave the wolf advice
That for the fox kept.
In his heart he played a bright light,
I found it and gave himself up.
The wolf and the fox were together,
Even when the howling blizzard.
He howled her own songs,
They loved each other.