Lobo Estepario

I go, lone wolf, trotting
Through the snow-covered world
From the birch tree a crow flies
And hares and deer do not cross this desert
And hares do not cross

I fall in love with a swift deer
In the world there is nothing so lovely and beautiful
With my teeth and claws of a beast
I will tear apart her delicious body
I will tear apart her body

And my desire would return to my beloved
And I would return biting her pure white flesh
Satisfying my thirst in her spilled blood
To then howl alone in the saddest night
To then howl alone

A hare would be enough for my longing
Its flesh tastes sweet in the silent night
Oh! Why does it abandon me in lethal despair
Of life, the noblest and purest part?
Of life, the noblest part

Gray streaks appear on my hairy tail
I am losing my sight and fever attacks me
I have been without a home and widowed for a long time
Trotting and dreaming of deer and hares

My sad fate frightens me
I hear the wind blow in the winter night
I bury my burning throat in the snow
And so I carry my wretched soul to hell