Der alte Wolf

The old wolf is turning gray,
he knows the tricks you need like the back of his hand.
The old wolf only howls in minor,
he's fed up with this place and that place and everywhere.

The old wolf is turning gray,
now he wants to be peaceful and sweet to his wife.
The old wolf knows it’s clear now,
today's young wolves are what he used to be.

But whoever knows love,
this ancient game,
yeah, even in gray,
it always leads him back,
and even if he wears a sheep's disguise, everyone knows

Wolf stays a wolf,
sheep stays a sheep,
man stays a man.

The old wolf is straying again,
in old jeans and a bow tie
on his shirt.
The old wolf is searching for happiness
but he returns to his den way too fast.

But whoever knows love,
this ancient game,
yeah, even in gray,
it always leads him back,
and even if he wears a sheep's disguise, everyone knows

Wolf stays a wolf,
sheep stays a sheep,
man stays a man.

The old wolf is turning gray,
he knows the tricks you need like the back of his hand.
The old wolf only howls in minor,
he's fed up with this place and that place and everywhere.
He's fed up with this place and that place and everywhere.