Hunting Wolves - Caravage

Oh tell me where the old candles lie

I could not wait until the break of day

Just running over the darkest night

Near the tree where we went our separate ways

I’m standing on the riverside

Watching circles softly drift away

We knew we couldn’t get further

And set our room on fire

She said «It's all about hunting wolves»

‘Said «It's all about hunting…»

We knew we’d drown each other

There was no talk of surrender

I’m standing on the riverside

Watching circles softly drift away

And the wind starts whispering lullabies

‘Bout lovers turned into runaways