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The meaning of the lyrics of the song "Wolf hunt" (Ohota na volkov) the performer of the song "Vladimir Vysotsky"

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I strain every sinew, every vein,

But today – unlike yesterday –

They've surrounded me, yet again,

Driving me to my doom, they may.

From behind the fir trees, shotguns gleam –

Hunters hide in the shadows deep.

Wolves tumble on the snow, it seems,

Transformed into targets they can't keep.

The hunt is on for wolves, it's on!

For grey predators, old and young.

The beaters shout, dogs bark till dawn,

Blood on the snow, flags brightly strung.

It's not an even game they play,

These hunters, but their hands are true!

They've fenced our freedom with flags today,

Their shots are certain, deadly, and new.

A wolf can't break from ancient ways.

Blind pups, we suckled the she-wolf's might,

And with her milk, a lesson stays:

"Never cross the flags, day or night!"

The hunt is on for wolves, it's on!

For grey predators, old and young.

The beaters shout, dogs bark till dawn,

Blood on the snow, flags brightly strung.

Our legs are swift, our jaws are strong.

Why then, oh leader, tell me why,

We race towards the guns, where we don't belong,

Never daring the border to try?

A wolf can't, mustn't, disobey!

My time is ending, I know it's near.

The one who's meant to take me away

Has smiled and raised his gun, it's clear.

The hunt is on for wolves, it's on!

For grey predators, old and young.

The beaters shout, dogs bark till dawn,

Blood on the snow, flags brightly strung.

Out of obedience, I crossed the line,

The will to live, a powerful plea!

But behind me, cries of surprise, I divine,

From the humans, amazed to see me.

I strain every sinew, every vein,

But today – unlike yesterday –

They've surrounded me, yet again,

But the hunters go home with naught, hooray!

The hunt is on for wolves, it's on!

For grey predators, old and young.

The beaters shout, dogs bark till dawn,

Blood on the snow, flags brightly strung.

Рвусь из сил и из всех сухожилий,

Но сегодня - опять, как вчера,-

Обложили меня, обложили,

Гонят весело на номера.

Из-за елей хлопочут двустволки -

Там охотники прячутся в тень.

На снегу кувыркаются волки,

Превратившись в живую мишень.

Идет охота на волков, идет охота!

На серых хищников - матерых и щенков.

Кричат загонщики, и лают псы до рвоты.

Кровь на снегу и пятна красные флажков.

Не на равных играют с волками

Егеря, но не дрогнет рука!

Оградив нам свободу флажками,

Бьют уверенно, наверняка.

Волк не может нарушить традиций.

Видно, в детстве, слепые щенки,

Мы, волчата, сосали волчицу

И всосали - Нельзя за флажки!

Идет охота на волков, идет охота!

На серых хищников - матерых и щенков.

Кричат загонщики, и лают псы до рвоты.

Кровь на снегу и пятна красные флажков.

Наши ноги и челюсти быстры.

Почему же - вожак, дай ответ -

Мы затравленно мчимся на выстрел

И не пробуем через запрет?

Волк не должен, не может иначе!

Вот кончается время мое.

Тот, которому я предназначен,

Улыбнулся и поднял ружье.

Идет охота на волков, идет охота!

На серых хищников - матерых и щенков.

Кричат загонщики, и лают псы до рвоты.

Кровь на снегу и пятна красные флажков.

Я из повиновения вышел

За флажки - жажда жизни сильней!

Только сзади я радостно слышал

Удивленные крики людей.

Рвусь из сил, из всех сухожилий,

Но сегодня - не так, как вчера!

Обложили меня, обложили,

Но остались ни с чем егеря!

Идет охота на волков, идет охота!

На серых хищников - матерых и щенков.

Кричат загонщики, и лают псы до рвоты.

Кровь на снегу и пятна красные флажков.

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