The wolves run through the forest with the wind in their fur,
They hear every bird chirp and every cat purr,
The life of a wolf is alert and alive,
The life of a wolf is not the life of a guy,
I am a guy; I’m not an animal,
Then what am I doing here with these cannibals,
Why did this happen?
Why am I here?
I guess I won’t know for the rest of my years,
I guess I won’t know, and I guess I won’t care,
I’ll just run through the forest with wind in my hair,