I was sleeping nicely hunched up in some dark burrow
And the too little wolves were sleeping - they were completely blind yet
Suddenly the old wolf leader, who knew life well
Lifted his head up, growled so sinisterly, that it gave me the shivers

I felt suddenly the hate full smell around me
The smell, which suppresses all the calmness, breaks all the dreams
Suddenly someone from far shouted short order: "Hunt!"
And the four hounds run out on us from four sides

Hunting! Hunting! Hunting for young wolfs
The wild ones, the fierce ones, the ones braded in dense forest
Snow ring has been treaded! There is bloody stain in this ring
Wolf bodies rugged with hounds fangs

The one who pounced at me, didn’t have much luck
Cause he run out directly on my fangs and the blood pumped out the wound
When I was chasing ahead now - as fast as I could
I saw two little wolves torn apart on the ravel

Two blind, so trusting, fluffy curls had died
They were hopeless in this evil world, They didn’t know who crushed them
And the old wolf, despite knowing life well, will also die
Cause he’s fighting with three hounds at a time

Hunting! Hunting! Hunting for young wolfs
The wild ones, the fierce ones, the ones braded in dense forest
Snow ring has been treaded! There is bloody stain in this ring
Wolf bodies rugged with hounds fangs

I’m running out on the open space, foaming at the mouth
But here the evil smell is also surrounding me
And the hunter, who had seen me, has already laugh in his eyes
And the confident, infallible hands is lifting the gun up

I’m running aside, I’m shooting, as the ground is spouting below my paws
And then the first shot is tearing my neck apart
I’m running, I’m hearing how he’s cursing, The blood is flowing out of my muzzle
He’s shooting for the second time! But now he’s missing

Hunting! Hunting! Hunting for young wolfs
The wild ones, the fierce ones, the ones braded in dense forest
Snow ring has been treaded! There is bloody stain in this ring
Wolf bodies rugged with hounds fangs

I’ve bolted out his hunting, I hid myself in the alien forest
But everybody’s acknowledge that I had much luck in it
I was laying in the snow like dead for a long, long time
And the bloody scare after the shoot is left on me forever

But the hunting didn’t end and the hounds don’t sleep
And the young wolfs are still dying on the whole big world
Don’t let your skin be stripped! Defend yourself
Oh, wolf brothers! Defend yourself before you all vanish

Hunting! Hunting! Hunting for young wolfs
The wild ones, the fierce ones, the ones braded in dense forest
Snow ring has been treaded! There is bloody stain in this ring
Wolf bodies rugged with hounds fangs
© Ewa Gladka. Translation, 2012
© Jacek Kaczmarski. Polish translation