Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Волк

You understand, understand me, there are no miracles
How much wolf does not feed, looks into the forest
How many wolf do not caress, looks at the distance
And in his eyes his longing and sadness
Do not drown out the ancestors call, woman flatter
I have a wool from tender words.
Do not humble a smile, you are anger in your heart
I have a bone in my throat
V of the surface of me, or not the surface, is a little good
Manual dog, cannot become, a gray wolf
Evil cannot become good, the slave is not a pan
For me, your warm house, that a trap
You can't squeeze St. John's wort, Belen
Even in the afternoon, I will howl on the moon
I will tear the chain of steel in half
But I will not sell freedom, for a grub

If I live, your guard's yard
They won’t forgive me, my shame, roots
And one day, at the gate, at night
The throat will gnaw me, my brother's brother
Well, why do you need such a fierce beast
Do not hold me, open the door to the door
Smells of flesh, someone's trace, there in the distance
Let me go, but no, shoot