The green eyes are glowing in the light of the moon,
The wolf's looking for master's trace in the gloom.
The streams of the cold knock him down from the way,
The wolf try to find smell again and again.
His eyes're frozen by violent rush of the wind,
Tame wolf with his loneliness moves through the field.
Hi's almost exhausted but makes an effort,
In a stain to still feeling the smell of his lord.
He wobbled so faintly, was perished through cold,
Wild hunger put out a light of his hope.
With rearmost stride lastly he fell on the ground,
He stood up but gasping was dragging him down.
The wind, moving round, set about arrive,
The smell became stronger and mad wolf alive.
And pain of the death lit his eyes with the light,
And sparkling in moon rays light tear was so bright.
He emitted quiet howling with hindmost effort,
The wolf raised his eyes... he was asking... for what?..
There's someone so friendly whose face he recalled...
He knew, he believed, that he's needful for lord.
Alas, he was weak, he's unable to live,
He asked just to die not before he'll achieve.
He begged for one thing: to let him find the lord,
And just close to him to desert cruel world.
He raised up with closed eyes in one violent spurt
And suddenly found what he was looking for.
That time native smell by his soul was perceived,
While gaze of the wolf congealed on some heath grave...
It seemed to somebody that life is not needful,
That life is stand-offish,unfit and so dreadful.
There's just one way out - to say "farewell!"
And endlessly stay just a stone on the grave.
At that time this somebody didn't recall
The image of entity needed him so!
Wolf sent wistful howling toward that gravestone
And than listened to emptiness by his own.
It promised a lot and it swore to tell him
How's it - not to live, to die - what does it mean.
And wolf will be listening to nothing and tend it...
He will keep the silence, he will comprehend it...
But that is not now... afterward... with new gleam...
And now he repose embraced by timeless dream.