He soundly slept curled up in some dark pit
And two little wolf cubs slept - still completely blind
Then the old wolf a veteran who knew life well
Lifted his head and growled so menacingly that I was jerked by the tremors

Suddenly I picked up a vile scent around me
A scent which suppresses peace and rips apart every dream
From afar someone somewhere yelled suddenly a short command: get em -
And from four sides four hounds sprung on us!

The hunt! The hunt! The hunt for young wolves!
These wild passionate ones Were raised in the dense forest!
A circle is trampled in the snow! There-in the circle a bloody stain!
Wolf carcases shredded by the fangs of hounds!

The one who threw himself at me didnít have much luck
Because he fell right onto my fangs and blood squirted from the wound
When I - with all my paws might - tore straight ahead
I saw the two small wolf cubs torn apart

They died blind, two naive balls of fluff
Helpless in this evil world, not knowing who crushed them
And so too the old wolf will die though he knows life well
Because he fights three dogs at once and from three wounds he bleeds at once!

The hunt! The hunt! The hunt for young wolves!
These wild passionate ones Were raised in the dense forest!
A circle is trampled in the snow! There-in the circle a bloody stain!
Wolf carcases shredded by the fangs of hounds!

I dashed into the open foaming at the mouth rolling
But also here from all sides - the vile scent surrounds me!
And already the hunterís eyes laugh upon spotting me
And with a sure, determined hand he lifts his gun!

I throw myself to the side, darting blindly ahead that even the earth springs under my paws
And then the first shot fires which clawed through my neck
I press on, I hear how he swears! Blood flows from my mouth
He shoots a second time! But now heís missing!

The hunt! The hunt! The hunt for young wolves!
These wild passionate ones Were raised in the dense forest!
A circle is trampled in the snow! There-in the circle a bloody stain!
Wolf carcases shredded by the fangs of hounds!

I broke free from this hunt and hid in a different forest
But the amount of luck I had in this one anyone would confess
I lay in the snow lifeless for a very very long time
A permanent bloody scar was left on me after the shot!

Though the hunt isn't over yet and the hounds wonít rest
And they constantly chase young wolves all over the whole wide world
Donít allow thy skins to be skinned! Defend yourselves and another!
Oh, wolf brothers! Defend yourselves before you all perish!

The hunt! The hunt! The hunt for young wolves!
These wild passionate ones Were raised in the dense forest!
A circle is trampled in the snow! There-in the circle a bloody stain!
Wolf carcases shredded by the fangs of hounds!
© ?. Translation, 2015
© Jacek Kaczmarski. Polish translation