Волчья Судьба
Vlad Holiday
Wolf's Fate
On the high mountain, where there is no soul
An old wolf lives there, crying from fate
Bleeding, wounded, he lies
And his soul aches from the life of a wolf
With a wolf's gaze, he looks and prays for one thing
Not to meet the hunter with a gun again
Blood flows on the snow, tears roll
Why do I have such a wolf's fate
And the wolf's soul aches and curses
Why do people kill us
In the mountains, we survive, this is our home
Still, I am proud that I was born a wolf
In the mountains, wolves live in packs
They never harm each other
Wolves only have one common misfortune
Suddenly hearing the shot of the hunter's gun
They protect the wounded and the weak
By the laws of the wolves, they live
Such is the fate of the wolves
The strongest always survives in the pack
