listen, my kids, a silly telltale, i'll try to not make you feel too sorry it tells about a boy a bit strange, one who simply did not know this story streets pierced with trams' resonant ringing, wind is beating around small town life of a strange boy, possibly wunderkind, evening seemingly not standing out better tell me, who could like possibly pitiful whining or sliver's plashing? there, by the fences, went on auto da fe, t here in the side streets, went on a wolf baiting audience was enjoying the spectacle: just having lynched a captured avenger silly puppy, not down with circumstance, bared his teeth and jumped at spectators spirits of streets circled their orbits- -nothing else really he could remember and who pulled him out, he did not notice- -but he understood just that childhood had ended but the grey one will never forget how, heeding the pre-dawn sighs, blood, having through black concrete left body of beast, sought earth as if by touch school, the courtyard and streets of vicinities, small little town, incredulous seemingly do not test them, kid, don't be silly, you are alone in your true image but he didn't listen to outside opinion, he always wanted to be understood kids, please tell me: should i continue? yes? ok, then here comes part two: people themselves stayed away from from him, they waited what would happen at noon people at him were casting stones, people had dubbed him 'WEREWOLF' you're gonna ask: "how did this all end?" he moved to the crazy capital rumor had it he married, became a programmer, even got a job at some big company teenager boy, beat up and teary-eyed, forever walking under muzzles of glances somebody finally taught his this tactic, who was that teacher? make your guesses but he says he is gonna come back again, that he don't care about folks' chatter so in the night the sun shine radiant, so that the wolves could see each other sing-weep, through the night rapid train runs home again let i forever lack farewell words for my kin my home by the road will open doors to me as it always has and my God will serve me a cup of forgotten dreams let the path was bloody and senseless, it was not in vain let the last string keep its sighs for us in tune God bless every brother get his task let the wolf sun shine on us, the circled moon..
