Song. Little Woolf New Version

On a naked cliff above the sleep,
A little wolf was left to weep,
Not wild, not cruel, just lost and small,
He cried for home, for warmth, for all.

A heavy chain of pain and sin
Was tearing at his throat and skin,
Big lonely eyes with silent tears
Were full of love, of hope, of fear.

Where is your mother, gentle boy?
Why can't you sleep, where is your joy?
Why are you punished, tell me why?
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Once he was human, just like me,
One day he saved a soul to be.

He walks the edge, but still can't fall,
The blood still holds him on the wall,
The blood he never washed away,
The lives he took, the price he pays.
His chest still breaks from endless pain,
Each time he tries to wake again.

The years went by, his soul grew cold,
He killed, he lied, he lost control,
No mercy left, no love inside,
He crossed the dark, he chose his side.

One moonless night with knife in hand,
Three lives were taken as he planned,
For money, passion, burning rage,
He wrote his fate in blood and pain.

He killed his mother for the gold,
The girl said no — her heart was cold,
His only friend, his final tie,
Fell in the snow — no last goodbye.

At home he tried to wash his hands,
But blood stayed deep inside his skin,
Gray fur broke out on face and back,
The boy was gone — the wolf was born.

He saw his childhood in his mind,
His mother’s smile, her voice so kind,
The flowers that he used to bring
To the girl he killed that evening.

The night was pierced by endless cries,
He ran to hide from past and lies,
To ancient woods, to cliffs of stone,
To end it all, to be alone.

But glass-like walls of frozen fear
Still keep him standing, trapped right here.

He walks the edge, but still can't fall,
The blood still holds him on the wall,
The blood he never washed away,
The lives he took, the price he pays.
His chest still breaks from endless pain,
Each time he tries to wake again.