Cringed in some dark cave, I was sound asleep,
And so were two young wolves, still completely blind,
Suddenly, the old wolf leader, who knew life well,
Raised his head and growled fiercely, until I felt a shiver

I sensed around me a hateful scent,
Scent, which destroys good order and shreds the dreams,
Far away someone somewhere shouts a sharp order: CHASE!
And from four sides, four hunting dogs start running

The Chase, the Chase, the young wolves’ Chase
The wild and fiery ones, raised up in the deep forest,
Stamped circle in the snow, a bloody patch inside,
And wolf bodies, ripped with fangs of hunting dogs

The one who jumped at me, didn’t have much luck,
He landed in my jaws, and blood rushed from the wound,
When I was running strait away, with all my force in paws,
I saw the young wolves shredded into pieces

They died, still blind, full of trust, two little furry balls,
Helpless in this world, not knowing who choked them,
And the old wolf leader will die too, although he knows life well,
Because he’s fighting three dogs and bleeding from three wounds

The Chase, the Chase, the young wolves’ Chase
The wild and fiery ones, raised up in the deep forest,
Stamped circle in the snow, a bloody patch inside,
And wolf bodies, ripped with fangs of hunting dogs

I ran across an open space, foaming at the mouth,
But here too, from all sides the hateful scent surrounds me,
The hunters eyes, who spotted me, are smiling,
His sure and reliable hand lifts the riffle to his arm

I jump aside, run blindly, the ground is vanishing under my paws,
And then the first shot fired shatters my neck,
I still run, can hear him cursing, the blood rushes from my mouth,
He shoots the second time, but misses

The Chase, the Chase, the young wolves’ Chase
The wild and fiery ones, raised up in the deep forest,
Stamped circle in the snow, a bloody patch inside,
And wolf bodies, ripped with fangs of hunting dogs

I broke free from the chase, hidden in the woods,
The luck was on my side, everyone will say,
I was lying in the snow like dead for a long, long time,
Now, I am left forever with a bloody scar

But the Chase is not over yet and the hunting dogs are not asleep,
Young wolves are still dying all over the world,
Don’t let them rip your skins off,
Oh, brother wolves! Fight back before you all die

The Chase, the Chase, the young wolves’ Chase
The wild and fiery ones, raised up in the deep forest,
Stamped circle in the snow, a bloody patch inside,
And wolf bodies, ripped with fangs of hunting dogs



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