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Song by Soviet/Russian rock band “Настя“ (“Nastia“) Website: All pictures were found in the web. Snowy morning, white wolves with morning snow are just like runaway rumours. They'll run out in the field, scatter their traces and once had enough, they'll disappear. What do you seek in the fallen snow? You are repulsed by the taste of our bread, You're driven into the winter by your prey's smell – bear's blood and bull's blood.
