I'm homeless today, I'm a wolf, I'm hungry, but honest,
I chant freedom, heaven will hear me,
I am in the habit of looking into the eyes of even the death,
If I will be different today, Allah will not forgive me!
Let me be the last wolf cub in the ranks, bleed red blood,
It is better to see freedom and heaven and the honor to preserve
What is the leader valued by a pack of jackals,
Or worse, on my knees, the wolf, stand.
Let me die, let me not be more,
Let my body be leveled with this earth,
The soul is torn from the body, but the body does not let it,
So, I still have to fight while my death is over the mountain.
The heat of the sun is burning is not squeezing
I ran out, swallowing the salty air,
And gritting his teeth, my soul devours me,
I am a wolf, I want to die as befits me.
Projectiles are torn; fragments only cover
And I open fire with a machine gun on them.
The fool is fainthearted, he is happy and does not know death
And the sword and the glorious sometimes jihad heads.
Here come, and again rocket soars,
Praise be to Allah, my chest is torn apart by fragments,
And finally, I leave my body,
And without the return of danger can not imagine.
I'm homeless today, I'm a wolf, I'm hungry, but honest,
I chant freedom, heaven will hear me,
I am in the habit of looking into the eyes of even the death,
If I will be different today, Allah will not forgive me!
