A love divided,
Between Wolf and Man,
When we used to have wolves as are brothers and sisters,
Some have forgotten those ways now,
But stay in the light of Man,
But those who have remembered,
Remember the memories when we used to run with our own fur,
My own black fur blows in rhe moons air,
I who has remembered goes on with the wolf spirit,
And many generations for me to come,
Even if I die,
I will be reborn,
And go on with the stories again