Тропою волков - перевод

Художественный перевод песни Стая исполнителя Кошка Сашка

Посвящается Марии Мироновой (Мара Волф)

The last ever autumn, the last ever leaves and the last ever blood,
The last ever run, and the grey fur is getting caught into the sight.
The crows flying up and in flashes of pain driving you near mad –
You memory brings back a cub that doesn’t yet know how to bite.

You'd howl them “what for???”  But you know there's no mercy to you,
Nor here in the woods nor in concrete jungle of city walls -
And only one thing gonna make your final moments be true –
While they hunting you, the cubs going down the path of the wolves.

And half a year after new April is going to happen again,
Cold rivers will wake up and make former field a noisy lagoon,
New leader of pack gonna look at the new cubs with sorrow and pain,
And new howling song gonna tear through the sky and right to the moon.

And isn't it strange, but those little newborns will grow up with ease,
Will dress up in grey furs equipped with a full range of sharp teeth and claws
And only one thing finally lets the predator soul rest in peace –
Confronting the nature, The cubs going down the path of the wolves

The dogs are behind, and  September smells like gunpowder and fear,
The time is collapsing, The hunters are yelling, the death is so near,
And you gonna smile for the last time and leave them a powerful bite,
Last thought of your cubs gonna finally rush through your dissolving mind

You know that the wolf paths disguise the tracks in a blink of an eye,
The very first step and you are in whatever the wildlife involves…
A hunter leaned down to your body to stroke you and tell you goodbye.
A minute of silence…The cubs going down the path of the wolves.


2018