Lyrics:
I’m tearing at all my force and from all sinews.
This is the same old story again as yesterday.
It has surrounded me, has surrounded.
Being merrily chased to a score.
From the fur-tree strive double-barreled guns,
There are hunters lying low in the shadows.
Claws scratch ice as wolves rush and tumble,
That once turned in a living target.
There goes hunting on the wolves, there goes hunting
On a grey beast of prey – mature and puppy
Beaters shoot and dogs bark until the vomit
Blood’s on a snow and red spots of flags.
There goes hunting on the wolves, there goes hunting
On a grey beast of prey – mature and puppy
Beaters shoot and dogs bark until the vomit
Blood’s on a snow, blood’s on a snow and scarlet spots of flags.
They don’t play equal with the wolves
The huntsman! His hand won’t tremble
Bounds on liberty were set by the red flags
With their riffles held steady to shoot! Steady to shoot
There goes hunting on the wolves, there goes hunting
For the (Wolf) cannot break the tradition
When as cubs in our lair we had soaked
With our milk the conceiving of truth
“Never beyond the flag!”
Oh, there goes hunting on the wolves
Legs and jaws of us are faster
Why, Leader, give us answer
We chase perdition
Legs and jaws of us are faster
Give me the answer
Why don’t break out?
Why don’t we break out of this bind?
Wolves may not, cannot act unalike, so
Here is likely, the end of my life
And here is marksman, who I am assigned to
He's smirking self-confident
And he is slowly rising his riffle
There goes hunting on the wolves, there goes hunting
On a grey beast of prey – mature and puppy
Beaters shoot and dogs bark until the vomit
Blood’s on a snow and red spots of flags.
There goes hunting on the wolves, there goes hunting
On a grey beast of prey – mature and puppy
Beaters shoot and dogs bark until the vomit
Blood’s on a snow, blood’s on a snow and scarlet spots of flags.
And I’m through with the bounds of obeying
Thirst of life demands: over those flags
And I hear joyfully behind me
The cries of humans with uncovered
Surprise. I shoot forward, my sinews are
Out, and yet this time is no longer as
Before. I’ve been surrounded, surrounded.
But the hunters are this time at naught
Wolfhunt is going, here is the wolfhunt
On a grey beast of prey – mature and pups
Beaters shoot and dogs bark until the vomit
Blood’s on a snow and scarlet spots of flags