Pulling with all of my strength, and my sinews, But today again, like yesterday, Theyíve besieged, they besieged me, Driving happily towards numbers their pray. From behind the fur tree double barrel are popping, There the hunters are hiding in the shadows. On the snow the wolves are tumbling, In to a living target having turn themselves. The hunt for wolves is on, the hunt is all around. For grey predators-seasoned and cubs. The beaters scream, and till vomit barking hounds, Blood on the snow and crimson spots of flags. With the wolves they donít play even, Jaegers. But wonít tremble their hands! Having fenced in with flags our freedom, They shoot for sure, with confidence! The wolf canít break the traditions. Evidently, when young, blind cubs, We were sucking the she-wolf as wolflings And sucked in: weíre not allowed past flags! The hunt for wolves is on, the hunt is all around. For grey predators-seasoned and cubs. The beaters scream, and till vomit barking hounds, Blood on the snow and crimson spots of flags. Very fast our legs and our jaws. Why, Alpha, give us an answer then, We like hounded running towards the shots And not trying through the flags of forbiddance? The wolf canít, and shouldnít do otherwise! Now, my time is done: The one to whom I designated, Smiled and raised the gun. The hunt for wolves is on, the hunt is all around. For grey predators-seasoned and cubs. The beaters scream, and till vomit barking hounds, Blood on the snow and crimson spots of flags. But Iíve walked out on obedience and fear, Behind the flags: with thirst for life Iím overwhelmed, Only behind I could happily hear Astounded shouts of men. Pulling with all of my strength, and my sinews, But today, is not like yesterday, Theyíve besieged, they besieged me, But the jaegers are left with no prey! The hunt for wolves is on, the hunt is all around. For grey predators-seasoned and cubs. The beaters scream, and till vomit barking hounds, Blood on the snow and crimson spots of flags.
© Anatoli Trojanowski. Translation, 2017