Estepario

Lonely, lonely
Old steppe wolf

It's not that I'm poor
Even though I own nothing
Whoever roams the roads
Needs to travel light
When I'm thirsty
I drink from the river
When I'm hungry
I eat the berries from the thorn.

Once in my life
I was gifted
I felt warmth
And I knew love
But then
Jealous, it claimed me
The moon that called me
Steppe wolf.

Lonely, lonely
Old steppe wolf

By force, they couldn't
I escaped from prison
They tried to seduce me
And buy my heart
Steppe wolf isn't for sale
To the highest bidder
Because the moon guides me
With her beautiful glow.

Lonely, lonely
Old steppe wolf