Текст песни Игорь Селиванов - Тяжёлая рана

It was a hair's breadth from death,
He fell in battle, with a pack of dogs.
But neither she nor he would not have given life,
I would not have plunged into the eternal darkness of the quiet ...

He was not lying to now, have not bled.
She had not howling at the moon, like a wild beast ...
And nothing separated them used at the time,
And how inseparable they are now ...

Where they lived, enjoyed,
Since that distant, ancient times,
We waited two cub's mother.
Away from their tribes ...

Wolf came back at night.
A belly full of milk,
"But my father did not come back for sure"
Then she said ...

She died immediately, in the morning,
The wounds were not given to live at all.
Two wolf clung to his mother,
and were quiet there for good ...

When the wolf spirit rushed
To visit relatives volchat-
That saw two dry calf
And the wolf lying in a row ...