Two wolves trotting side by side,
One scarred one ragged both beautiful.
One as black as the starless night,
One as white as the blazing moon,
Both have a story,
A song to tell,
Haunted by different pasts,
Exciled by their own.
They step out in order to pour out two mournful songs.
So loyal, so true,
Yet still hunted my man.
Their story comes out in the moonlight,
The story that will never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem