Текст песни Песни под гитару - Волчонок Пожар

Gun on a bough hanging ,
And fire went out a long time ,
Seven hunters sit
Sad listening to the story ...

One day in late spring
evil caught fire taiga
beasts who raced - where,
but the fire took too many .
In this twilight day
I met Volchenkov -
all conflagrant
He stood and waited for death .
And I do not remember now,
as one breath suddenly
I saved that Volchenkov
and brought it home .
Walked away from it all early
I treated him at home ,
To quickly fell asleep,
wore on his arms .
My Volchenok grew rapidly ,
will not run away ,
lived quietly without worries
I called him by Fire
My Volchenok grew rapidly ,
Will not run away ,
Late one spring
he met a wolf .
Night he did not sleep the whole
cried , looking at the moon ,
he asked this howling
let him go to the taiga.
Ancestors sweet voice calling ,
protivetsya he could not ,
he fled and escaped ,
concealed his green moss .
Many years have passed since then ,
Late one winter
on a sled on a cold day
I returned home.
Quiet in the sleigh I dozed
horse barely walked,
suddenly reared
and gallop rushed.
Suddenly out of the woods at me
pack of wolves rushed ,
Angry hungry crowd
meat warm torn.
And I realized at that moment ,
that death does not go away ,
and I looked into the eyes of her
leader with his eyes crossed .
And then he found out -
this boy .. my Fire!
my one loyal friend ,
in the way of the pack became ...
So ended the life of Fire ,
He entered into an unequal battle,
land ranoyu closed ,
shielded me a ...

Gun on a bough hanging ,
And fire went out a long time ,
Seven hunters sit
After hearing the sad story ...