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Language: Russian

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Волки уходят в небеса
Горят холодные глаза
Приказа верить в чудеса
Не поступало

И каждый день другая цель
То стены гор, то горы стен
И ждёт отчаяных гостей
Чужая стая

Спиной
К ветру и всё же
Вырваться может
Чья-то душа

Спасёт,
Но не поможет
Чувствую кожей
Пропящая

Не помнят слов, не видят снов
Переросли своих отцов
И, кажется, рука бойцов
Колоть устала

Позор и слава в их крови
Хватает смерти и любви
Но сколько волка ни корми
Ему всё мало.

Спиной
К ветру и всё же
Вырваться может
Чья-то душа

Спасёт,
Но не поможет
Чувствую кожей
Пропящая.

Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2006/1/23 - 15:35




Language: Russian (Romanized)

Trascrizione del testo russo in caratteri latini
Romanized Russian lyrics
VOLKI

Volki uxodjat v nebesa
Gorjat xolodnye glaza
Prikaza veriš’ v čudesa
Ne postupalo

I každyj den’ drugaja ceľ
To steny gor, to gory sten
I ždëm otčajanyx gostej
Čužaja staja

Spinoj
K vetru i vsë že
Vyrvaťsja možet
Č’ja-to duša

Spasët,
No ne pomožet
Čuvstvuju kožej
Propjašćaja

Ne pomnjat slov, ne vidjat snov
Pereposli svoix otcov
I, kažetsja, ruka bojcov
Koloť ustala

Pozor i slava v ix krovi
Xvataet smerti i ljubvi
No skoľko volka ni kormi
Emu vsë malo.

Spinoj
K vetru i vsë že
Vyrvaťsja možet
Č’ja-to duša

Spasët,
No ne pomožet
Čuvstvuju kožej
Propjašćaja

Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2006/1/23 - 16:23




Language: English

Versione inglese / English version
WOLVES

Wolves depart to the skies
Cold eyes burn bright
And there is no order
to believe in miracles

And every day - another goal,
and walls of mountains, and mountains of walls,
and crazy guests of wolves will fall
to alien pack, o-oh.

They go
with wind to next day,
chance to get free may
take somebody's soul.

It will
save but wolves won't pray,
skin feels not okay -
the soul has lost.

They do not remember words, they do not dream
they overgrew their fathers
And it seems the hand of soldiers
is tired of stabbing

Disgrace and glory in their blood -
like love and death that now're enough.
but even wolf will eat the god,
he will ask much more.

They go
with wind to next day,
chance to get free may
take somebody's soul.

It will
save but wolves won't pray,
skin feels not okay -
the soul has lost.

Contributed by Mario Ferrero - 2009/9/12 - 19:46



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