See the wild horses,
Yonder they run like mad.
Like birds do they fly.
Tho’ wings they never had.
Whatever drives them so,
No one ever can tell.
But beauteous they are,
Crazy, their own do they fell.
See the wild horses,
Yonder they run like mad.
Like birds do they fly.
Tho’ wings they never had.
Whatever drives them so,
No one ever can tell.
But beauteous they are,
Crazy, their own do they fell.