Shadows Prod. by ЧухРА

Heat of the summer, the haymaking's done, I'm young and I'm full of might The campfire is smoking, I'm feeding the flames in the middle of the silent night The steppe is exhausted, the moon is ablaze, and sleep is pulling me down My partner's a devil, he's cunning and sly — he's sleeping back in the town Suddenly howling comes from afar Chills on my skin, I am frozen in fear! No dog by my side! No gun in my hand! What should I do?... The end is near! A howl in the distance, it's piercing the air Shaking my soul, I'm caught in a snare! No dog by my side! No gun in my hand! What should I do?... I can't understand! Two pairs of predatory, wicked eyes are gleaming from the dark They're coming to kill me, I'm not ready to die, I'm losing my vital spark Grinning of teeth and my legs are like lead, the scythe is heavy and cold If you let me go — I will bring you some meat, just let me live to be old! Only this stare! Hell is right there! Silence is deep! Your soul is for keep! AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH! A howl in the distance, it's piercing the air Shaking my soul, I'm caught in a snare! No dog by my side! No gun in my hand! What should I do?... I can't understand! Dawn is breaking Silence... and cold in my chest The forest is calm, the steppe is at rest But now there are three shadows on the ground Three shadows Now THREE!