Walk around like an Arctic wolf
- in the wolf's soul outside.
What was there to be afraid of in the herd's greenhouse?
- The sharp fangs of the gods of unfulfillment.
The eyes of the quenching ones everything.
All the flames from my mouth.
When I need to sleep
- owly, tender sleep.
Naked and full of ghosts of love.
I could go down to hell in it.
Words turn into things,
- I miss your words.
The wolf is circling, an ancient dance.
- Hungry animal.
With its teeth.
And who are you?
And who knows you?
- Have you fought once?
Have you won at least once?
The dwarf paints the world
In snow-polar lace.
The dream paints you.
... And where the tears hang
It's time to play... the dog's wheel.
It's time for five.