Rozalén - Loba Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

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Translation

Wolf

You are teaching me to howl,
to clench my teeth,
to show my fangs well,
to protect myself from the road,
to go out on a full moon,
to sharpen old nails,
to be a fierce animal,
that defends itself from its predator.
 

You are teaching me to howl,
to take care of my herd
with passion and loyalty,
to be strong, to be brave.
Every time I hear you speak
I feel the rifle in front of my chest,
and your eyes want to pull the trigger.
 

The more you tell me to shut up, the more I will want to talk.
The more the hit hurts me, the angrier I will want to fight.
History teaches us again and again and again,
that the path is not the bullet, nor the punishment nor the muzzle,
and I had the privilege of being born in freedom.
 

You are teaching me to howl.
I carry the gun in my throat,
the savage comes out to dance.
I dust off my instincts,
and although I was despised,
rejected, trampled,
this skin is a pride,
and from the fruit of my breast a city is born.
 

You are teaching me to howl.
Every idea is respectable,
unless it jeopardizes
rights, freedoms
as long as a living being
does not harm another living being.
The echo of the voice of the ancestors is heard,
it cries out to not fall into oblivion.
 

The more you tell me to shut up, the more I will want to talk.
The more the hit hurts me, the angrier I will want to fight.
History teaches us again and again and again,
that the path is not the bullet, nor the punishment nor the muzzle,
that I had the privilege of being born in freedom,
you have no choice but to learn to respect.
 




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