The Wolfish Nocturne

...And Again - Into Cold Twilight

Of Dense Ural Woods

Under Marbled Cloudy Sky

I Go Away... Away...

Lost In The Forest Marshes

I See No Sunlight

I Roam Solely Being Worn With Grey Fur

Burdened With Sorrow And Spite

And At Night Like A Shadow In Silence

I Run Forth Upon The Fresh Snow

Through The Firwooden Thicket

And The Eyes Blink In Its Dusk...

I Gaze Into Starion Sky

From Where The Lonesome Moon

Surrounded With Spectral Halo

Enlightens The Woods With Its Silversome Light

The Wind Roams In The Branches Of Trees

And Throws The Snow Off Them...

The Fur Is Silver With Frost...

And Again - The Aimless Run...

... No, Not There Where The Sun Rises On

Mornings Endawning The Woods

With The Crimson Aurora's Light

No, There's No Aim Of Mine...

The Moon Fades With The Sunrise

The Snow Sparkles Under My Paws

The Gloomy Green Forest Stands In Front Of Me

This Forest Is My Stronghold...

I Go Into Darkness Forever

Under The Dome Of Woods And Of Sky

I Go Away From The World Of humans

Into The Ural, Where I Never Roam Before...