Blue Wolf
Blue Wolf...
A free people, like the wind they blow,
A generous steppe, a wondrous folk.
Today, like a young wolf, they whimper,
Suffering under the world's yoke.
The cruel century has surely made the people weep,
Casting fear.
It has taken away their strength and might,
Their spirit crushed, crumbled like flour,
You have departed, my dear land, lost to time!
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