Wolves [ Volki (Волки) ]


Wolves go away to heaven
Cold eyes are burnt
Command to believe to miracles
Didn't receive.
And every day crops up new aim
Now walls of mountains the mountains of walls
And reckless guests are waited
By strange pack

The wind is at our back but
Somebody's soul
Can tear away.
Will save but it useless
I feel by skin
It's hopeless

They don't see sleeps, don't remember words
They have outgrown their fathers
And seems that hand of warriors
Tiring of breaking
There are fame and shame in their blood
There enough of death and love
But you can feed wolves a lot
They will never enough.

Submitted by Nemesida on Wed, 24/11/2010 - 16:40
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