На мягких лапах
Flëur
On Soft Paws
On soft paws, in the forest,
A wolf is wandering alone,
Listening to the rustle of leaves and the wind,
He's searching for his home.
He's sniffing the air,
He's looking for a trace,
He's howling to the moon above,
His heart is full of grace.
I will go where the wind blows,
You will not find me.
He will not be alone.
A wolf in the night,
He's howling at the moon
And the stars are shining bright,
He's singing a lonely tune.
I will go where the wind blows,
You will not find me.
He will not be alone.
The forest will be his home
And the moon his guide,
He will howl at the night,
His spirit will not hide.
I will go where the wind blows,
You will not find me,
He will not be alone.
