In the wind, the leaves are trembling
The waters of the river are murmuring,
The ear of wheat is bowing to the ground,
It waltzes the wheat field.
I'm the son of the woods,
Free like a bird flying high,
I sing the outlaw's ballad,
Full of sorrow and longing.
The rifle is my fiancee,
My horse is my brother
Life in the woods is hard,
The life of an outlaw is tough.
Put on your guns,
The Boyer is heading to the market,
Let the horse a bit loose,
Payback is coming through us.
Chorus:
How much I like to sleep
Near the fire, at night, in the woods,
We stay all together,
Dreaming by the stream.
In the evening, tired, around the fire,
The outlaws sing out of love,
The cowards have been punished,
It's their riches we're drinking.
Man's road is tough,
'Till the last star,
Free is my soul,
Free is my heart.