What wolves dream of...
This night is a pillow, on which we both lie,
and our hairs mix together, restless in sleep.
I saw strange images, I transformed in my dream,
got claws and teeth, as your gaze met me
In front of the windows the animals screamed with hoarse throats,
and with bloody paws they wandered around
The weapons at the ready, hunters lived in trees,
on look-out for prey under the sea of stars
Tonight I will experience what wolves dream of,
Between their bodies I want to forget who I was.
It pulls me into the forest, to the hunters and wolves,
into moonless nights, far from your gaze.
I have claws and teeth, I tear up the sheets,
and you remain on the pillow on this night
Tonight I will experience what wolves dream of,
Between their bodies I want to forget who I was.
Tonight I will experience what wolves dream of,
Between their bodies I want to forget who I was.
What wolves dream of, what wolves dream of
I will now experience far from you!