Stop right here and listen well
Do you hear the howls from hell?
Girls and wolves don't get along
Everything about it is to damn wrong
Red capes and a hiding hood
A black paw and a hungry mood
Running for their own little goals
Always hurts many souls
One little cottage and one old lady
A wolf that waits for her, ready?
Open the door and there she lies
' Oh why grandma do you have big eyes? '
Blood on the walls
In the halls
Scratch her skin
Blood red grin
One more bite
One more soul
One more body to lose control
Full and tired the wolf is done
Never saw the hunters son
With an axe he saved two souls
Wolfs eyes turned to black coals
Little red, little red
The change is big in your head..
Little red, little red
No more afraid of monsters under the bed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if we want not to be frightened by a monster, lets change ourselves to a monster.bewolf not to be slaughtered by a wolf. so bewolf not the ship.which one is better? ~nb