for the thunderous virtues of upcoming age,
for the noble tribe of human kind
i have lost my goblet at fathers' great bash
and my happiness, honor and pride
wolfhound age is dashing onto my back-but i ain't a wolf by blood
better stuff me into a sleeve, like a hat, of the coat of steppes damp and hot
so i don't get to see neither cowards nor mud,
nor the bloody bones in the wheel
let the blue polar foxes shine the whole night
in their beauty so primal, for me
take me into the night, where the Yenisei runs,
and the pines' branches for the stars reach
--for believe me, i ain't no wolf by blood
and i'll die from a hand of a peer
Wolfhound Age
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2015
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