Not for sale. Just for fun/ Подрабатываю натурщицей [я & систер упрлс][извращал и каннибал]
I've lost my hunter,
Where did he go?
His traces disappear in the night.
Can't he find out the way in deep blue snow,
Or, may be, he was caught by fears inside?
Or, may be, home he left had called him back?
They will not blame him for the game he missed,
The crown he wears, he'll throw it to his pack,
The heart will try to fight this evening mist
Behind his windows. Precious wines are mild.
He will not cast a look through frosted glass,
Not listen to my howl in the wild...
There is no rope to bind the beasts like us...
Snow pards belong to their own pride!
(c) Yulat
Where did he go?
His traces disappear in the night.
Can't he find out the way in deep blue snow,
Or, may be, he was caught by fears inside?
Or, may be, home he left had called him back?
They will not blame him for the game he missed,
The crown he wears, he'll throw it to his pack,
The heart will try to fight this evening mist
Behind his windows. Precious wines are mild.
He will not cast a look through frosted glass,
Not listen to my howl in the wild...
There is no rope to bind the beasts like us...
Snow pards belong to their own pride!
(c) Yulat