Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Oblawa , by - Jacek Kaczmarski. Song from the album Krzyk, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 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! |