"Are you cold? Oh, Good Hunter."

Bayu-bayushki-bayu,
Don’t lay near the edge
The little grey wolf will come
and grab you by the flank,
grab you by the flank
and drag you into the forest,
drag you into the forest,
beneath the willow bush.
Don’t come, wolfling,
don’t wake our Hunter.
Ah, bayu-bayu-bayu, ah.