I am the gentle breeze that blows across the land
I am the violent storm that swirls the desert sand
I am the brutal gale that bends the Marram blades
I am the raging squall, the whole land I invade
Count on I no one, freedom is my name
In this barren land, my spirit is a burning flame
On this hardened soil, echo my hoof beats
As I gallop toward where the earth and empty sky meet
Try not tame me to obey, try not saddle me to ride
Try not reach me with command, try not break my pride
For I am the spirit of nature, on this brackish terrain I dwell
I will roam this land forever, as my elegance proceeds to swell