Run for life, out of skin jumping, But today is the same as before. Beaters have their fun of hunting, Driving me to the guns ambush row. From the shadows of fir-trees neatly Outshoots of the rifles strike. Running wolves either strong or witty But becoming just targets on white. Youíve calculated it for best, But blood is boiling! For seasoned veterans and whining pups. Men shout, dogs in rage are barking till the vomit. Blood on the snow and the line of blood-red flags. Foul game made to wolves, but no doubt In your hearts and you shoot steady hand. Cut the freedom by flags all around And complete lucky shots to your fun. Wolf is sticked to the ancient tradition. From the milk of the wolf-mother pups Sucked the essence of strict prohibition: "Never cross the line of the red flags!" Youíve calculated it for best, But blood is boiling! For seasoned veterans and whining pups. Men shout, dogs in rage are barking till the vomit. Blood on the snow and the line of blood-red flags. Legs are strong, to the race are fit. Alfa wolf, can you tell me, why We are sheepishly getting the hit, Never tried way of crossing the line. Iím a wolf, Iím of nature dependent. Comes to end all my struggle for life. And the one to which I was intended Smiled foretasting and lifted the rifle. Youíve calculated it for best, But blood is boiling! For seasoned veterans and whining pups. Men shout, dogs in rage are barking till the vomit. Blood on the snow and the line of blood-red flags. Through the flags, through the cursed barriers! Thirst for life wiped the ban from mind. Fled to freedom and heard from harriers Screams of wonder dying behind. Run for life, out of skin jumping, But todayís game has different rules. Beaters had their fun of hunting, Now comes their turn to lose! Youíve calculated it for best, But blood is boiling! For seasoned veterans and whining pups. Men shout, dogs in rage are barking till the vomit. Blood on the snow and the line of blood-red flags.
© Lara ?. Translation, 2019