The Song Of The Dying Wolf

You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.
You have been tracking me with that gun in your hands.
You're wrong even if you think you are right.
Where are your teeth and your fangs?
You are not better than me, I'm proud of mine.

When the sun rises in the north,
when the river refuse to end in the sea
and the moon finally falls in love with my song.
you will be better than me in* the eyes of God.
I'm as free as you will never* be.

I'm gonna sing inside your mind until your last day.
Just for remembering you, when you are shown* by your farmer.
That you are not better than me.

Look at my eyes poor and weak little man.
I'm the eagle in the sky, the bird on* the branch and the snow in the mountains*.
You can fight and conquer, you have that right.
But your are never going to be proud of your clothes as I'm proud of mine.
You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.

The Song Of The Dying Wolf
You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.
You have been tracking me with that gun in your hands.
You're wrong even if you think you are right.
Where are your teeth and your fangs?
I'm proud of mine, You are not better than me.

When the sun rises in the north,
when the river refuses to end in the sea
and the moon finally falls in love with my song.
you would be better than me in from the eyes of God.
I'm free as you are never going to be.

I'm gonna sing inside your mind until your last day.
Just for remembering you, when you are shorn by your farmer,
That you are not better than me.

Look in my eyes poor and weak little man.
I'm the eagle in the sky, the bird in the branch and the snow on the mountain.
You can fight and conquer, you have that right.
But your are never going to be as proud of your clothes as I'm proud of mine.
You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.

Look at my eyes poor and weak little man.
I'm the eagle in the sky, the bird in the branch and the snow in the mountain.
You can fight and conquer, you have that right.
But your are never going to be proud of your clothes as I'm proud of mine.
You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.

The Song Of The Dying Wolf

You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.
You have been tracking me with that gun in your hands.
You're wrong even if you think you are right.
Where are your teeth and your fangs?
I'm proud of mine, You are not better than me.

When the sun rises in the north,
when the river refuses to end in the sea
and the moon finally falls in love with my song.
you would be better than me in from the eyes of God.
I'm free as you are never going to be.

I'm gonna sing inside your mind until your last day.
Just for remembering you, when you are shorn by your farmer, 
That you are not better than me.

Look in my eyes poor and weak little man.
I'm the eagle in the sky, the bird in the branch and the snow in the mountain.
You can fight and conquer, you have that right.
But your are never going to be as proud of your clothes as I'm proud of mine.
You are not better than me, the dying wolf said.