Animal herds are swarming through copses Not looking for water nor for a snack They are fiercely pursuing hunters and horses In their happy and cheerful flock Beasts have forgotten the elderly curse And decided to face whatever still haunts them Like uncomfortable shirts, they rip open their furs They fall to the ground - but nobody wants them There are many in thickets, lurking and crawling Annoying like crickets, weeping and bawling Yowling and raving, hissing and flirting Attention craving and self-supporting The fish is swimming against powerful waves You can virtually walk on it towards the ford Wanting for once to be caught, each fish raves To fall on the plate... and down the throat The fish is cold-blooded, unlike the meat It longs to get trapped in the fishermenís net It dreams of a spot on the stove, near the heat With the broth by its gills, thereís nothing to dread There are many swamps, slavishly swimming Covered with lumps, beamingly gleaming Sluggishly sleeping and hibernating Dinner retrieving and dinner awaiting Even the birds crave for shrapnel in flight Slowly becoming more agile and neat Just so the apples could fit loosely inside - The thoughtful geese had nothing to eat Courageous bird shows its power in hunting It screams to the weak, "Allow me to pass!" Then takes its own life with a wailing grunting, Without shots being fired, it aims for the grass There are many on branches, quietly squealing Sitting in bunches, strange and appealing Bawling and raving, signing and flirting Attention craving and self-supporting Fur-bearing beasts are tired of sweating They desperately try to get shot and get caught Not sharing their warmth is really degrading And they often dream of shedding their coat Just think for a minute, itís kind of funny - Walking into our banks by themselves Thousands of dollars in effortless money As fabulous fur stocks itself on the shelves There are many in thickets, many in bushes Annoying like crickets, voluptuously luscious Engagingly raving, ferociously flirting Cold-blooded, caring or simply barbarian Pasture expending and vegetarian Slowly decaying and microbe consuming And self-displaying, glowing and blooming Gloomily gleaming, harking and talking Stirringly swimming, running and walking Small and gigantic, strange and appealing Raging and frantic, extensively squealing Corrupted and evil and wickedly wild Seemingly civil, harmless and mild Beautiful, ravishing, radiance casting Gradually vanishing, and century lasting Fur is undamaged, fish - fresher than ever Meat with no bullets - easy chewable food Beautifully done, outstandingly clever Peacefully, quietly - and no need to shoot! Wearing white aprons, commanded to serve, With posters "Donít harm!" and lit up with zeal The huntsmen protected the nature reserve With one commandment "Thou shall not kill!" There are many in thickets, frantic and hectic Annoying like crickets, guarding, protecting With passion ignited, intensively burning Thrilled and excited, adventure yearning Crawling and lurking, and face concealing Cheerless and murky, and space depleting Loudly grunting, running and standing With pleasure hunting, with nature blending Roaring and yelling and peace disturbing Harshly compelling, clustering, swarming In bushes hiding and heavily breathing Mosquito fighting, jumping and heaving Awaking the sleeping, marching, parading Dinner retrieving and dinner awaiting.
© Andrey Kneller. Translation, ?