I strain at all force and from all sinews But today again, as yesterday, Theyíve surrounded me, surrounded Joyfully driving for a number. From the fur-tree strive double-barreled guns There are hunters hidden in a shadow. On a snow wolves somersault, Having turned into living targets. A hunt for wolves is on, itís on On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies. Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit Blood on the snow and red spots of flags. They are playing fair with wolves The huntsman. But the hand will not tremble! Having closed our freedom with flags They beat with confidence, for certain! The wolf cannot break traditions. As in the childhood,blind puppies, We wolf-cubs sucked mother-wolf And have soaked up: not beyond the flag! A hunt for wolves is on, itís on On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies. Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit Blood on the snow and red spots of flags. Our legs and a jaws are fast. Why, leader, give us answer, We are torn to a shot in persecution? And are not trying to break the law? The wolf should not, cannot differently! And so my time comes to an end: To who I am intended, Has smiled and lifted a gun. A hunt for wolves is on, itís on On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies. Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit Blood on the snow and red spots of flags. But I have left obedience, Beyond the flags; the thirst for life is stronger, Only behind I heard with pleasure The amazed shouts of people. I strain at all force and from all sinews But today again, not as yesterday, Have surrounded me, have surrounded But huntsmen remained with nothing! A hunt for wolves is on, itís on On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies. Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit Blood on the snow and red spots of flags.
© Lena ?. Translation, 2011