Beyond the shores, beyond the clouds,

Beyond the wide-open fields,

Beyond the fortresses, beyond the camps,

Beyond the towering mountains,

He lives among the grasses, among poisonous plants,

In a cave by a dim little stream:

A wolf with white fur and mighty strength,

And with a human soul.

He has no happiness, and he has no shelter,

He is forced to remain apart.

And often he walks to the high cliffs

To pour out his soul to the moon.

And only the moon can hear him cry,

In the darkness, the white hunted beast —

He has no place in any wolf pack,

And no place among humans.

People fear him, promising

A reward to whoever brings the beast’s head.

And so a special combat squad sets out

To track the wolf.

But the Wolf will lead their dogs like puppies

And guide the soldiers to nowhere,

For the White Wolf in sunlight

Has never been seen by anyone.