Текст песни Lumen - Душа моя чужая... Рвётся в стаю...

I should not have left his soul at the threshold -
By dried up. Milled.
But he could not have to lug a burden -
All scratched, she screamed.
And let her dragged off into the woods at night evil wolves, evil wolves,
I do it, if necessary, turn back. There is no soul, there is a shotgun ...
And the soul of the marshes porazbuhla,
Alive, sighted.
She wore a gray wolf gray skin,
And she did not give me.
I bleed wolf shot in the chest,
Shot in the chest on the flight!
But the soul is not something his gate,
No gates, do not return ...
She did not climb,
She does not want me,
And with yellow eyes
All the waiting and sharpening his teeth.
My soul is a stranger
Back in the pack is torn,
And I ran after her,
I am a wolf, I know it ...