What a full Moon, what a full Moon,
Disturbing everybody with this yellow colour
And only the she wolf is howling
Into dreaming and dreary filled skies
Perhaps she was dreaming or could hear
Perhaps the wind have brought the moans of the wolves
It is such a wild passion, which has risen in her pelt
As he nose smelt the regiments of fiancies
But she wants only one of them
Ans she will allow him to do everything with her
She will press only the leader into her lair
And let him melt his bride