Todayís mud is one heck of a trouble, Plus it pours, as if god lost his pants. But to hell with the rain, we will party: Today hunters will shoot boars as planned. In the swamps boars were driven with drumbeats; Hunters wiped off the sweat from their heads. They despised the rolled gold of the fall leaves, But they worshiped the shooting instead. Rangerís blood thirst cannot be debated, You should carry our hunters in your arms; We all love the boar meat carbonated1, And we favor wild boars for the ham. The wild boars not a second were bothered By the thoughts of the treatment they meet; The wild boars were escaping from noises - To acquire an eternal retreat.
It doesnít matter that their cries sound so husky - Huntersí spirit cannot be damped down. Number Three is the one who got lucky - He has three boars with fangs in last frown.
Heavy slugs would fly out from the rifles, They would slay random targets en masse. And the gunshots would sound so delightful, To remind of the boy scoutsí drum class. Rangerís blood thirst cannot be debated, You should carry our hunters in your arms; We all love the boar meat carbonated1, And we favor wild boars for the ham. At the fire - a canned beef to be offered; There would be ďHunterísĒ vodka in mugs. Yet the wounded one kept crawling forward, At the gunís bore it kept staring through shrubs. Soon a jerrycan was splashing spirits, While the horns promptly sounded retreat. Fervor ceased, as if after the skirmish, And the wounded one was gunned for the meat. Rangerís blood thirst cannot be debated, You should carry our hunters in your arms; We all love the boar meat carbonated1, And we favor wild boars for the ham. They have told me regarding the hunting, Slowly turning a carcass in flames: We must feel the excitement of fighting, We are missing the lethal war games. We just bring ourselves back to the frontlines, To recall the "Fix bayonets!" scene. We are just the survivors of war times, We are hunting to let off some steam. Rangerís blood thirst cannot be debated, You should carry our hunters in your arms; We all love the boar meat carbonated, And we favor wild boars for the ham.
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