Текст песни
For the thundering valor of future centuries
For the high race of men
I have lost both the cup at my fathers' feast
And my joy and honor
The wolfhound of the century pounces on my shoulders
But I am not a wolf by blood
Tuck me, like a hat, into the sleeve
Of the hot fur coat of the Siberian steppes
Take me to the night where the Yenisei flows
And the pine tree reaches the stars
Because I am not a wolf by blood
And only my equal will kill me
So that I see neither coward nor flimsy mud
Nor bloody bones in the wheel
So that the blue foxes shine all night
For me in their primeval beauty
Take me to the night where the Yenisei flows
And the pine tree reaches the star
For I am not a wolf by blood
And only my equal will kill me
