How many days can a man spend to find his own way,
looking for what truly satisfies his spirit,
to feel alive? I'm going where nothing has yet been written,
where the crash with reality amplifies emotions...
Under the moonlight or somewhere in the woods
I howl just to feel myself as part of this world.
Listening to the unknown: is this the echo, or another wolf?
I will try to live in and of the nature
I'll be like the wolf, i'll take the road without (no) foosteps
To live far away from a society incomprehesible, to me by now.
Wrong in its right choices, proud of the wrong ones
Under the moonlight or somewhere in the woods
I howl just to feel myself as part of this world.
Listening to the unknown: is this the echo, or another wolf?
Under the moonlight or somewhere in the woods
I howl just to feel myself as part of this world.
Listening to the unknown: is this the echo, or another wolf?
Wolf, with nomadic heart and no borders
To find my limits, to overcome them and to prove to myself
That i'm alive, that i'm in world here and now
That i'm still standing whatever the nightmare or the dream
Under the moonlight or somewhere in the woods
I howl just to feel myself as part of this world.
Listening to the unknown: is this the echo, or another wolf?

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