Blindfolded eyes burn,
As if mourning.
He will lead us to the dawn,
Where's the Blue Wolf? Root Wolf!
Look at the sky, look at the universe,
Friends and relatives are happy.
The horses were wounded,
Where's the Blue Wolf? Root Wolf!
Aka-ine tar-tür niche,
Sister Ayşe became Paishe.
Concerned neo-hippies and their global warming, i'll tell ya.
Where's the Blue Wolf? Root Wolf!
White alwasti, black alwasti,
It was as if darkness had set in.
Moments are gone again,
The horses again lost their word.
Where's the Blue Wolf? Root Wolf!