Wolf in sheep’s skin

This sun is too hot
Heavy air is pinching throat
No life, no water around
Too exhausted, too tired

But then…

Distant stranger, with the fox skin around his neck
Approaches to people
Telling them all about their desires
Telling them
What they want to hear
Giving the answers
To all of their prayers

He leads them and they follow
To the burning Sun of better days
But when they saw
What foolishly fault they have made
It will already be too late

When darkness becomes only light
It’s easy to be guardian of the blind
Hidden like a dead grass under the white snow
Lie by truth?
Behind moonlight shining red eyes
Beware of the wolf

He leads them and they follow
To the burning Sun of better days
But when they saw
What foolishly fault they have made
It will already be too late

Beware its master of the sin
Wolf in sheep’s skin