Shining
Like a lame dog
On a wide meadow
No one to ask for
A bowl of fodder
In a winter night
After years of exile
I howl to the moon
Shining in the sky
Like a lame dog
On a wide meadow
No one to ask for
A bowl of fodder
In a winter night
After years of exile
I howl to the moon
Shining in the sky