I strain at all force and from all sinews
But today again, as yesterday,
They’ve surrounded me, surrounded
Joyfully driving for a number.

From the fur-tree strive double-barreled guns
There are hunters hidden in a shadow.
On a snow wolves somersault,
Having turned into living targets.

A hunt for wolves is on, it’s on
On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies.
Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit
Blood on the snow and red spots of flags.

They are playing fair with wolves
The huntsman. But the hand will not tremble!
Having closed our freedom with flags
They beat with confidence, for certain!

The wolf cannot break traditions.
As in the childhood, blind puppies,
We wolf-cubs sucked mother-wolf
And have soaked up: not beyond the flag!

A hunt for wolves is on, it’s on
On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies.
Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit
Blood on the snow and red spots of flags.

Our legs and a jaws are fast.
Why, leader, give us answer,
We are torn to a shot in persecution?
And are not trying to break the law?

The wolf should not, cannot differently!
And so my time comes to an end:
To who I am intended,
Has smiled and lifted a gun.

A hunt for wolves is on, it’s on
On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies.
Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit
Blood on the snow and red spots of flags.

But I have left obedience,
Beyond the flags; the thirst for life is stronger,
Only behind I heard with pleasure
The amazed shouts of people.

I strain at all force and from all sinews
But today again, not as yesterday,
Have surrounded me, have surrounded
But huntsmen remained with nothing!

A hunt for wolves is on, it’s on
On grey beasts of prey - experienced and puppies.
Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit
Blood on the snow and red spots of flags.