An arrow through wind and a fading cry
On grasslands and burial mounds
A relic still dwells, in memory and rye
The hooves of the nomad horse pounce

A chieftain with falcon, a highborn by kin
Commencing his speech to the herd
With unveiled respect and with pride he begins
And solemnly utters the words

Horses, run for me, my horses
Rule the steppe, for spring is due
Run and gallop wild and free
Horses, run for me, wild horses
Our hope depends on you
I beg of you to trust in me

All stallions are brothers, a sister each mare
Forever we stand in your debt
You carry us onwards through joy and despair
I know and will never forget

Horses, run for me, my horses
Rule the steppe, for spring is due
Run and gallop wild and free
Horses, run for me, wild horses
Our hope depends on you
I beg of you to trust in me
Hekwos
Hekwos
Hekwos

Horses, run for me, my horses
Rule the steppe, for spring is due
Run and gallop wild and free
Horses, run for me, wild horses
Our hope depends on you
I beg of you to trust in me

Horses, run for me, my horses
Rule the steppe, for spring is due
Run and gallop wild and free
Horses, run for me, wild horses
Our hope depends on you
I beg of you to trust in me

Hekwos
Hekwos

Hekwos
Hekwos
Hekwos