The eagle flies, the eagle flies, the eagle flies,
The wolf is watching, watching.
- It's good to hunt, - he says, he says, -
It is better not to live in grief.
Because it's good to do the deed,
It is better to discard the problem,
For what's it worth, hey, what's it worth,
The penalty is catch-up.
Hey, good for you, you little eagle,
If you fly away, who will find you?
Pity me, my heart, pity me, my saint,
Teach me to fly.
The eagle eagle flies, lands:
- Because it's up to you.
I'll teach you this clue,
Hold on to my tail.
Sillom! - the eagle flies, the eagle flies,
The wolf flies on his tail.
Up into the sky like the wind,
The ground beneath their feet is disappearing.
- See, wolf, still the ground?
- I see, I see.
- Then we go higher, higher,
My good friend.
Upwards, only upwards,
It makes your eyes glaze over.
- Can you still see, wolf?
- I can see that, just shut up.
Here is the gate of heaven,
Wolf's head ached.
- Can you still see the land?
I don't see it anymore!
- Well then, you can let go,
You can start the lesson.
The wolf is flying, flying down,
I would be delighted to cover it.
- Hooray, hooray, hey, tyuhaja,
Wolverine is already sick as a dog.
Look, world, how I fly.
It makes your life miserable.
Here is the land before him,
There is a capital sitting on the ground,
Senes capital, black,
Just stay there and lie down.
- Get out of the way, you lump of coal,
I'm gonna beat you to death, lazy bastard! -
Senes capital does not move,
Wolf howls at him again:
- Move aside, I say, charcoal wood,
I'm gonna beat you to death, ebadta! -
Senes capital just lying around,
Wolf cries out once more:
- Move aside, move aside quickly,
Because I will not let you live!
Senes capital sits quietly,
Wolfie's mate falls for it.
Abb' in the trail of pulp,
And with it all his science.
