When the wind was pure just like the silver moon When the trees were conquering the first land Running from the ocean, breaking giant waves The seaweed in their heads turning into leaves In a little cave near the growing stars Four young wolves were crying to their grey sky Running from their nightmares, breaking all their fears Asking of the clouds why they never sleep When the sun came closer and the leaves had grown And the tide was high around the island When the clouds were gone, the wildest wolf Ran away, searching for his freedom In a wild new home he would howl alone Feeling sad and crying for his grey sky Begging to the night to be by his side Like the moon, who's waiting on the darkness too