I struggle with all my strength and my sinews, but today is the same as yesterday: They surrounded me, they surrounded They run happily toward our numbers. From behind the fir tree, double-barreled guns are fussing There, hunters are hiding in the shadow The wolves romp in the snow Having turned into a living target. The wolf hunt is going on For gray predators the grown and the pups. The beaters shout, dogs bark til they vomit, Blood on the snow and the red spots of the flags Our feet and jaws are quick; Why then (leader, give us an answer), do we, hunted down, race towards the bullet And dont try to cross the forbidden? The wolf should not, cannot do otherwise! Here, my time comes to an end: He to whom I am destined Smiled and raised his gun. The wolf hunt is going on For gray predators the grown and the pups. The beaters shout, dogs bark til they vomit, Blood on the snow and the red spots of the flags The hunters are not playing like equals with the wolves But their hand will not tremble! Having fenced off our freedom with their flags, They fire assuredly, for certain! The wolf cannot break tradition It seems that in childhood, as blind pups We, small wolves, suckled the she-wolf And sucked in that we cant cross beyond the flags The wolf hunt is going on For gray predators the grown and the pups. The beaters shout, dogs bark til they vomit, Blood on the snow and the red spots of the flags But I came out of obedience and over beyond the flags: the thirst for life is stronger, And just behind me I happily listened to the shocked shouts of the humans. I struggle with all my strength and my sinews, but today is not the same as yesterday: They surrounded me, they surrounded But the hunters are left with nothing! The wolf hunt is going on For gray predators the grown and the pups. The beaters shout, dogs bark til they vomit, Blood on the snow and the red spots of the flags
Anna Bochman. Translation, 2010