Текст песни Нагора - Стая

Autumn has arrived.
The sky presses down
Upon charred rooftops.
Dust hangs in the air;
Watch your step—don't tread there.
Someone crossed the line;
Someone stepped across.
Amidst the ruins, life
Now cools, now seethes.
Slender as smoke,
Fifteen-year-old Vova
Walked down the street, past craters
And the shattered Community Center—
Where, not long ago, with Oksanka,
He’d danced a slow waltz.
He stopped.
He adjusted his backpack straps:
A radio, a small notebook, a pencil—
A little bit of everything.
A few things in the first-aid kit:
Matches, candles, a small knife.
A low hum drifted in—
As if a drone hovered overhead.
Then, suddenly, a familiar voice:
"Careful—they’re close."
Vova crouched low.
He scanned the perimeter.
*Opa.*
He sensed a presence nearby.
He crept forward, knees bent,
Ready to strike.
Soulless husks—
Take no prisoners.
There is no other way.
The arithmetic is simple:
The sun dips below the horizon,
Allowing the wolf pack
To emerge and let their eyes
Gleam beneath the stars.
The starry heavens
Illuminate their path.
Their brave pack leader
Leads the way—
With many victories behind him,
And this is not his last fight.
War changes everyone—
And Vova, in its own way.
He didn't immediately grasp
What was happening to him—
What made him *different*.
Certain abilities
Had sharpened and awakened.
He began to enter states
Of heightened awareness—
Moments when his body grew
Stronger and swifter,
While his mind, hearing, and sight
Became clearer and sharper.
People whispered:
"The kid’s shell-shocked—just a side effect."
Yet that slender thread
Ran through the entire tangled skein.
One... two...
Three, four, five...
That was Vova, slipping out
To prowl the darkness.
It happened when the nearby checkpoint
Came under attack for the first time—
Those shadowy figures... ...human minds—
But minds of extraterrestrial kind.
Six, seven...
Eight, nine...
Vova has the situation
Mastered to perfection.
Ten, eleven...
Twelve, thirteen...
The brothers step into the circle
To embrace one another—
It wouldn't be right any other way.
The arithmetic is simple:
The light sinks below the horizon
So that the wolf pack
May emerge and appear,
And let their eyes gleam bright.
By the starry heavens
Their path is illuminated.
Their brave pack leader
Leads them onward;
With many victories behind them,
This is not their final fight.
4 AM, Research Institute sector.
The presumptive
Target coordinates—
Reconnaissance has confirmed
The exact location
Of the enemy's command center.
But no depth of cover
Will save their asses—not one bit.
The pack has gathered at the rendezvous point—
A ruined pumping station.
Moving along the perimeter fence: Group Commander—
Vova "Voron."
"Volk," "Shatun"—
Cover the left flank.
"Bars," "Lisa"—the tree line
Is on you.
"Ten" and "Prizrak"—go underground,
Through the ventilation shafts.
Make them choke on their
Surrender—good and proper.
"Dym"—you and I are entering from the rear;
Let them feel as though
The lava has begun to boil,
And the permafrost has gone cold.
Plus...
Operation: Commence.
"Copy that—we're moving."
(Voice of "Dym"): "The two-man teams are hunting."
"Volk": "All clear."
"Contact down—minus one. Lisa."
Radio chatter—sisters, brothers—
Familiar, kindred voices.
It wouldn't be right any other way.
The arithmetic is simple:
The light sinks below the horizon
So that the wolf pack
May emerge and appear,
And let their eyes gleam bright.
By the starry heavens
Their path is illuminated.
Their brave pack leader
Leads them onward;
With many victories behind them,
This is not their final fight.
We are a pack.
Everyone here is kin; I stand here now
And feel the pain of this land
As if it were my own.
We are a pack.
Everyone here is kin—I... I stand
And feel the pain of this land
As my own
We are a pack
Here, everyone is kin—I stand
And feel the pain of this land
As my own
We are a pack
Here, everyone is kin—I stand
And feel the pain of this land