Oblawa - Jacek Kaczmarski

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!

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!