Today’s mud is one heck of a trouble;
Plus, it pours, as if God lost his pants.
But to hell with the rain! Hunters party:
Shooting wild boars today is in plans.

In the swamp boars were driven with drumbeats;
Hunters wiped off hot sweat from their heads.
They despised the rolled gold of the forests,
And they worshiped the shooting instead.

Rangers’ bloodlust is often reprimanded,
Better carry your hunters in your arms;
Wild boars’ meat is adored when carbonated,
And wild boars are long favored for their ham.

The wild boars not a second are bothered
By the thoughts of the treatment they meet.
The wild boars are escaping from noises
To acquire an eternal retreat.

It doesn’t matter that their cries sound so husky,
Hunters’ spirit cannot be damped down.
Number Three is the one who got lucky,
He got three boars with fangs in a frown.

Heavy slugs are escaping the rifles,
As they slay random targets en masse.
And the gunshots are sounding delightful,
They remind of a boy scouts’ drum class.

Rangers’ bloodlust is often reprimanded,
Better carry your hunters in your arms;
Wild boars’ meat is adored when carbonated,
And wild boars are long favored for their ham.

At the campfire canned beef was soon offered;
Someone poured Hunter’s vodka in mugs.
Yet the wounded one kept crawling forward,
At the gun’s bore it’s staring through shrubs.

Soon a jerrycan was splashing spirits,
And the horns promptly sounded retreat.
Fervor ceased, as if after a skirmish,
And the wounded was gunned for its meat.

Rangers’ bloodlust is often reprimanded,
Better carry your hunters in your arms;
Wild boars’ meat is adored when carbonated,
And wild boars are long favored for their ham.

They have told me regarding the hunting,
Slowly turning a carcass in flames:
We must feel the excitement of fighting,
We are missing the lethal war games.

We just bring ourselves back to the frontlines,
To recall the "Fix bayonets!" scene.
We are just the survivors of war times,
We are hunting to let off some steam.

Rangers’ bloodlust is often reprimanded,
Better carry your hunters in your arms;
Wild boars’ meat is adored when carbonated,
And wild boars are long favored for their ham.