Охота на волков [Okhota na volkov] [English translation]

I strain at all force and from all sinews

But today again, as yesterday,

Have surrounded me, have surrounded

Joyfully driving for a number.

From the fur-tree strive double-barreled guns

There are hunters hidden in a shadow.

On a snow wolves somersault,

Having turned to a living targets.

It goes hunting for a wolves, it goes hunting

On a grey beast of prey - experienced and puppies.

Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit

Blood on a snow and red spots of flags.

They are playing not in equal with wolves

The huntsman. But the hand will not tremble!

Having defended the freedom with flags

They beat with confidence, for certain!

The wolf cannot break traditions.

As in the childhood,blind puppies,

We wolf-cubs sucked mother-wolf

And have soaked up: not beyond the flag!

It goes hunting for a wolves, it goes hunting

On a grey beast of prey - experienced and puppies.

Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit

Blood on a snow and red spots of flags

Our legs and a jaws are fast.

Why, leader, give us answer,

We are torn to a shot in persecution

And are not truing to break the law?

The wolf should not, cannot differently!

And so my time comes to an end:

To who I am intended,

Has smiled and lifted a gun.

It goes hunting for a wolves, it goes hunting

On a grey beast of prey - experienced and puppies.

Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit

Blood on a snow and red spots of flags

But I have left from obedience ,

Beyond the flags; thirst of a life is stronger,

Only behind I heard with pleasure

The amazed shouts of people.

I strain at all force and from all sinews

But today again, as yesterday,

Have surrounded me, have surrounded

But huntsmen remained with nothing!

It goes hunting for a wolves, it goes hunting

On a grey beast of prey - experienced and puppies.

Beaters shout and dogs bark till vomit

Blood on a snow and red spots of flags

• Artist:Vladimir Vysotsky