The Wolves in People's Clothing my hands are shaking slowly I bury my face in them there is strange grain on the field not good enough for starter dough they are trodden to the ground trying to lift the spike because I cannot be rooted nothing more I can expect from here nothing better but away I must go how much longer must one still how much longer must one journey before the days here are through perhaps we cannot be eachother's support the shadow of the forest fills the field moon calls the beasts to the game they have sharpened the spears they are like the wolf's teeth not sparing me how much longer must one still how much longer must one journey before the days here are through perhaps we cannot be eachother's support there is no time, there is no place no space to build the wolf in man once awakened is endless and one cannot ever love the human the wolf cannot ever love the human (Lyrics translation by me from Mokoma - Sudet Ihmisten Vaatteissa)