Песня вожака стаи [Pesnya vozhaka stai] [English translation]

to be the first of the first

is an art demanding nerves

Not to know defeats in fights,

Be burning, but never burnt, be the leader of your pack,

of the pack that trusts in you

you can't wrangle to be the leader

Everyone has an even chance.

An outsider

can never take his place

The leader is elected by himself

He becomes firmly established

And those who are weaker look at him with admiration

There is no other way in life & will never be

And the pack with the appoined leader will lose

Our life-time is marked by the fights & it's not everlasting

our path is thorny & not easy

And, without your brother, it's not a pack, but a herd

ignorant which way to go.

only once you lose & you die

It happened before, it'll happen again

And your place is taken by your good firend,

By your secret sworn enemy

The leader is elected by himself

He becomes firmly established

And those who are weaker look at him with admiration

There is no other way in life & will never be

And the pack with the appointed leader will lose