Son of the Wild

浣滄洸 : Hentschel, Sorychta

Fly with the wind

Over the land

Like a storm

Wild is your heart

Brave is the horse

That you ride on

No chains, no walls

Only the sea

An endless distance

Faithful you stood

There and you watched

The sinking sun

So grateful the land

You held in your hand

You son of the wild

I saw tears in your eyes

Ride like the wind

Over the land

Like a storm

Indian son

You were so pride

You were free

Your pride has gone away now

Wiped out

Torn away

Dropped down

Like a tear

Now you dwell in your dreams