When I was a child with hair so bright
I heard of a story of old
In the Prussian woods the last wolf was shot
At least this is what I've been told
At the end of the village there was a house so weak
With a wooden door all painted black
A man lived there, with greyish hair,
A fool - they said - be aware
In the daytime he never ever spoke a word
In the common places never be seen
But at night when passing his house secretly
You can hear him talking unreal
One night I dreamt a wolf would cross his garden
And suddenly jump over the fence
With gleaming eyes he was looking towards me
And in a second he would flee
I asked my neighbour about the greyish man
But he just refused to tell
This man is so weird, he would never drink,
Or share in the habits of all
Except the people they would buy his carvings
His figures they seemed so real
With eyes as if they were piercing right through you
Through your heart and your soul
Instead my neighbour told me about his father
Who strangely died years ago
He died in his sleep, but crying out loud
"I swear it went right through!"
He was the hunter who shot the last wolf
Following his trail year after year
He shot down the wolf with a single bullet
He said it went right through
Strangely he couldn't find his corpse
Just a carving knife on the ground
And I wonder, oh I wonder why
His body was never found
They called him a liar though the wolf was gone
And nobody had to fear
But I wonder, oh I wonder why
His body was never found
And I wonder, oh I wonder why
His body was never found
When I was child with hair so bright
I heard of a story of old
In the Prussian woods
The wolf was shot
At least this is what I've been told
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12 июл 2024
