Текст песни Елена Фролова - Бродят ночью волчьей стаей

Night Song

Rove night wolf pack ,
To the heart of stolen words
Howl animal grows ,
Heavier head .

I remember their habit
Submission fire
I'll get used to the match ,
They are the heart of transhumance .

Izlovlyu into the trap of paper
And the light , with fire
I sderu even hide from them
And raspyalyu on the wall.

But as soon as I shut my eyes
And zalyagu in darkness ,
The newly awakened wolf howling ,
And again unbearable .

And I will not rest
Not a dream , not reality
Because this howling ,
Wolf howl - I live.