
Date of issue: 15.11.2002
Record label: Polskie Nagrania
Song language: Polish
Oblawa(original) |
I spaly male wilczki dwa — zupelnie slepe jeszcze |
Wtem stary wilk przewodnik co zycie dobrze znal |
£eb podniosl warknal groznie az mna szarpnely dreszcze |
Poczulem nagle wokol siebie nienawistna won |
Won ktora tlumi wszelki spokoj zrywa wszystkie sny |
Z daleka ktos gdzies krzyknal nagle krotki rozkaz: gon — |
I z czterech stron wypadly na nas cztery goncze psy! |
Oblawa! |
Oblawa! |
Na mlode wilki oblawa! |
Te dzikie zapalczywe |
W gestym lesie wychowane! |
Krag sniegu wydeptany! |
W tym kregu plama krwawa! |
Ciala wilcze klami gonczych psow szarpane! |
Ten ktory rzucil na mnie sie niewiele szczescia mial |
Bo wypadl prosto mi na kly i krew trysnela z rany |
Gdym teraz — ile w lapach sil — przed siebie prosto rwal |
Ujrzalem male wilczki dwa na strzepy rozszarpane! |
Zginely slepe, ufne tak puszyste klebki dwa |
Bezradne na tym swiecie zlym, nie wiedzac kto je zdlawil |
I zginie takze stary wilk choc zycie dobrze zna |
Bo z trzema naraz walczy psami i z ran trzech naraz krwawi! |
Oblawa! |
Oblawa! |
Na mlode wilki oblawa! |
Te dzikie zapalczywe |
W gestym lesie wychowane! |
Krag sniegu wydeptany! |
W tym kregu plama krwawa! |
Ciala wilcze klami gonczych psow szarpane! |
Wypadlem na otwarta przestrzen piane z pyska toczac |
Lecz tutaj tez ze wszystkich stron — zla mnie otacza won! |
A mysliwemu co mnie dojrzal juz sie smieja oczy |
I reka pewna, niezawodna podnosi w gore bron! |
Rzucam sie w bok, na oslep gnam az ziemia spod lap tryska |
I wtedy pada pierwszy strzal co kark mi rozszarpuje |
Pedze, slysze jak on klnie! |
Krew mi plynie z pyska |
On strzela po raz drugi! |
Lecz teraz juz pudluje! |
Oblawa! |
Oblawa! |
Na mlode wilki oblawa! |
Te dzikie zapalczywe |
W gestym lesie wychowane! |
Krag sniegu wydeptany! |
W tym kregu plama krwawa! |
Ciala wilcze klami gonczych psow szarpane! |
Wyrwalem sie z oblawy tej schowalem w obcy las |
Lecz ile szczescia mialem w tym to kazdy chyba przyzna |
Lezalem w sniegu jak niezywy dlugi dlugi czas |
Po strzale zas na zawsze mi zostala krwawa blizna! |
Lecz nie skonczyla sie oblawa i nie spia goncze psy |
I gina ciagle wilki mlode na calym wielkim swiecie |
Nie dajcie z siebie zedrzec skor! |
Broncie sie i wy! |
O, bracia wilcy! |
Broncie sie nim wszyscy wyginiecie! |
Oblawa! |
Oblawa! |
Na mlode wilki oblawa! |
Te dzikie zapalczywe |
W gestym lesie wychowane! |
Krag sniegu wydeptany! |
W tym kregu plama krwawa! |
Ciala wilcze klami gonczych psow szarpane! |
(translation) |
And two little wolves were burnt - still completely blind |
Then the old guide wolf knew well |
The eb picked up, growled threateningly, and I shivered |
Suddenly I felt a hateful scent around me |
Won who suppresses all peace breaks all dreams |
From a distance someone suddenly shouted a short command: chase - |
And on all four sides four chasing dogs came down on us! |
The fear! |
The fear! |
A raid on the young wolves! |
These wild hotheads |
Raised in a dense forest! |
The snow circle is trampled down! |
There is a bloodstain in this circle! |
The body of the wolf with the claws of the plucked dogs! |
The one who threw himself at me had little luck |
Because it fell right on my teeth and blood gushed from the wound |
When now - with all my strength - straight ahead |
I saw two little wolves torn apart! |
Two blind, trusting so fluffy buns are dead |
Helpless in this evil world, not knowing who choked it |
And the old wolf will die too, though he knows life well |
Because he fights dogs with three at once and bleeds from three wounds at once! |
The fear! |
The fear! |
A raid on the young wolves! |
These wild hotheads |
Raised in a dense forest! |
The snow circle is trampled down! |
There is a bloodstain in this circle! |
The body of the wolf with the claws of the plucked dogs! |
I fell out into the open space with foam rolling from my mouth |
But here also on all sides - evil surrounds me! |
And the eyes of the hunter who have matured me are already laughing |
And a steady, dependable hand raises the harrow up! |
I throw myself to the side, blindly rush until the earth spurts out from under my paws |
And then the first shot is fired, tearing my neck apart |
Come on, I can hear him swearing! |
Blood is flowing from my mouth |
He's shooting a second time! |
But now he's pooping! |
The fear! |
The fear! |
A raid on the young wolves! |
These wild hotheads |
Raised in a dense forest! |
The snow circle is trampled down! |
There is a bloodstain in this circle! |
The body of the wolf with the claws of the plucked dogs! |
I broke free from this fear and hid myself in a strange forest |
But how lucky I was in this, everyone will probably admit |
I lay in the snow like a dead long time |
After the shot, I was left with a bloody scar forever! |
But the hunt is not over, and the chasing dogs are not sleeping |
And young wolves all over the world are still dying |
Don't let your skins peel off! |
Defend yourself as well! |
O wolf brothers! |
Defend yourself before you all die! |
The fear! |
The fear! |
A raid on the young wolves! |
These wild hotheads |
Raised in a dense forest! |
The snow circle is trampled down! |
There is a bloodstain in this circle! |
The body of the wolf with the claws of the plucked dogs! |
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