My Little Wolf ♥

In the South of France, where the house stands age-old,
I can see all our ghosts,
The ones who were nice and the ones who were cold,
And the one I loved the most.

The one who just died of old age,
My Little Wolf is gone,
There I won’t ever turn the page,
For that matter, my sorrow has won.

And I never wanted to lose him,
Never wanted to abandon him.

I cry through the day,
And sobbing in the night, through the water of the rain,
For weeks and weeks, and again on Monday,
Keeping inside my grief and pain.

And I never wanted to lose him,
Never wanted to abandon him.

In the South of France, where the sun is shining,
Where my birds have fled,
One day there, you will hear me sadly sing,
Crying my baby is dead.

And I never wanted to lose him,
Never wanted to abandon him.