Come the eve, my wild young soul
Cannot stand the royal quarters,
Anguish worse than Сumans
Paces across the dirty floor.
Scalding smoke whirls above the aspen tree
Like a moldering banner;
I drown my animal ache
In a foamy brew.
Unripe moon rages into the windows
From under the eaves;
And it seems I hear a voice:
Drink, my darling, bottoms up!
Drink - maybe something will come of you,
You'll regain your worth,
Who was a wolfling will be a wolf,
Wind, blood, and silver.
Such is life - don't cross yourself -
To forge gold into claws,
Who was a kitten will be a lynx,
A velvet glove, an iron fist!
Don't come to me, my love,
Don't seek to distract me from ill fate -
Drunken night has fooled me,
I won't make it till the dawn;
I'll get up, go out and slam the door -
Silence is around the village -
Stars fall off like feathers
On the footprints of clawed paws.
Spicy smell of the darkness,
Bitter fount of the forest,
They called you a bear cub,
You grew up a savage beast.
Drink - maybe something will come of you,
You'll regain your worth,
Who was a wolfling will be a wolf,
Wind, blood, and silver...