Английская версия

In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born

Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny

In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees [bad word] the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze

Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be