In the frail mornings of the snowy lakes,
In the cold mornings with harsh reflections,
In the suns, shivers of winter,
I am the solitary wolf.
I went to my war grounds,
Hidden, hunting on my paths.
Suddenly, on a stone base,
A big dog appeared to me
And me the she-wolf, me the queen,
And I hunger, and I instinct,
I laid my wild head
In the fur of the big dog
And the dog, at noon chilly,
Followed my trail and my hunt
And I thought I saw in his eyes
The reflection of a passing lightning.
You have to believe that he was crazy
When he followed me in the snow.
Being only a dog, he thought he was a wolf
And took his paw in my trap.
But I, the wolf, I the queen
And I hunger, and I instinct,
I opened the iron trap
And bit his dog's leg
But in the nest, in the sweet twilight
Between dog and wolf, at the palace,
Lying on our bed of thorns,
I, the she-wolf, licked her wounds.
In the frail mornings of the lakes of snow,
In the cold mornings with greige reflections,
In the sun, shivers of winter,
I remain the lone wolf,
Lonely, lonely, lonely...< br/>

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