Oh, how much snow fell.
But how claws tearing morning.
I ran a lone wolf
And the lone wolf die.
Next sledge snowstorm sweeps.
Do not get them - become weak and old,
Ah, if only I spoke with a flock,
There would be at least some fat.
I would have flown on the shaft -
It is easier to push off,
And then there's mane, whether on the forehead -
What is mine, wolves, then mine.
I believe in luck since childhood,
I do not hold good luck.
And I'm all out of the world of the arteries
Sleepy love breaks.
You give both of her lower right,
Dёrnesh left - and no problems.
Flock instantly krovischu slizhet
Before receding hairline on the ground.
And embrace my wolf
For children rastudy 'em.
And it must be the same as drunk
Spring water in the creek.
This is necessary so to overeat
That cow last year.
A watered, my family, forest,
Without production, I'm not leaving.
People drink vodka to celebrate
And kiss passionately gun.
And my most gentle cub
The bullet took as a piece of meat.
I howled at the moon, drowned
Not swallowed viscous saliva
And from the song he had fallen asleep,
To wake up with a new wife,
To re-take the body,
Without which I can not live.
To re blizzard whistled,
You last-not grieve.
Lone Wolf - it's cool,
But it is, son, hard -
You own the world like
And do not stand there is nothing.
Oh, how much snow fell.
But how claws tearing morning.
I ran a lone wolf
And the lone wolf die
Umrah.
