Huddled in some dark hole, sleeping snuggly,
Two wolf cubs slept - still completely blind
Then an old wolf-guide who knew life well
Raised his head, growled menacingly, sending shivers up my spine
Suddenly I felt around a hateful odor
A scent that stifles all peace,interrupts all dreams
From afar, someone somewhere suddenly shouted a short order: sic'em -and from four sides four hunting dogs
fell upon us!

Raid! Raid! A raid upon young wolves!
The wild, passionate ones
Raised in a dense forest!
A circle of trodden snow! In this circle, a bloody stain!
Lupine bodies torn by the fangs of hunting dogs!

The one who threw himself upon me wasn't very lucky
As he fell straight upon my fangs, his blood gushing out
Now - with all my paw strength -as I ran straight ahead, I saw two small wolf cubs torn to shreds!
They died blind, trusting, such two fluffy tufts
Helpless in this evil world, not knowing who strangled them
And die will also the old wolf, though he knows life well
Because he fights three dogs at once, and at once bleeds afrom three wounds!

Raid! Raid! A raid upon young wolves!
The wild, passionate ones
Raised in a dense forest!
A circle of trodden snow! In this circle, a bloody stain!
Lupine bodies torn by the fangs of hunting dogs

I ran out into the open, foam frothing at the mouth
But here too, from all sides - an evil smell surrounds me!
And the hunter who spotted me, his eyes laughing,
WIth a steady hand, unfailing, lifts the gun!
I rush to the side, run blindly, the earth kicked up under the paws
And then the first shot rings out, tears at my neck
I run, hear as he swears! Blood flows from my mouth
He shoots again! But now he misses!

Raid! Raid! A raid upon young wolves!
The wild, passionate ones
Raised in a dense forest!
A circle of trodden snow! In this circle, a bloody stain!
Lupine bodies torn by the fangs of hunting dogs

I broke out of that raid, hid in a foreign forest
But how much luck I've head, all will admit
I've lain in the snow like dead for a long time
After the shot, though, a bloody scar remains!
But the raid's not over, and the hunt dogs aren't asleep
And still die young wolves around the world
Do not let yourselves be skinned! You too defend yourselves!
Oh, brother wolves! Defend yourselves lest you all perish!

Raid! Raid! A raid upon young wolves!
The wild, passionate ones
Raised in a dense forest!
A circle of trodden snow! In this circle, a bloody stain!
Lupine bodies torn by the fangs of hunting dogs!

 

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