I explode with force, and from every tendon,
But once again today, like yesterday,
They’ve surrounded me, surrounded,
Gaily they chase me by the numbers.

From behind the fir blast the double-barrels
There are hunters hidden in the shadow.
The wolves somersault over the snow,
After turning into live targets.

It’s a wolf-hunt, It’s a hunt
For the gray predators For the veterans and for the whelps.
The beaters shout, And the dogs bark with all their strength.
Blood on the snow and the spots Are red flags.

They don’t play fair with the wolves
These huntsmen, but their hands don’t tremble.
After fencing off our freedom with flags,
The beat the bushes confidently, for sure!

A wolf cannot go against traditions.
It was clear in childhood, while blind puppies,
We wolf cubs, as we sucked the she-wolf
We absorbed this: never go beyond flags! (Refrain)

It’s a wolf-hunt, It’s a hunt
For the gray predators For the veterans and for the whelps.
The beaters shout, And the dogs bark with all their strength.
Blood on the snow and the spots Are red flags.

Our feet and jaws are rapid.
Why, pack-leader, answer us,
Why do we tear towards that shot
And why don’t we try to go past the ban?

A wolf should not, cannot do otherwise!
And here my time is over:
The one who I was meant for,
Smiled and raised his gun. (Refrain)

It’s a wolf-hunt, It’s a hunt
For the gray predators For the veterans and for the whelps.
The beaters shout, And the dogs bark with all their strength.
Blood on the snow and the spots Are red flags.

But I have left behind my obedience
To flags: the thirst for life is much stronger,
And from behind me with I hear with glee
The astonished cries of the humans.

I explode with force, from every tendon,
But today is not like yesterday.
They surrounded me, surrounded,
But the huntsmen were left with nothing!

It’s a wolf-hunt, It’s a hunt
For the gray predators For the veterans and for the whelps.
The beaters shout, And the dogs bark with all their strength.
Blood on the snow and the spots Are red flags.