Huntin is going on
we are a part of the wilderness
Hunting is going on
only the fast will survive
in the forest we
prowl
looking hard for deers
Hunger croaks in our stomaches
our eyes like the wolves'
We run after meat as the
possessed
and we kill without pity
we rejoice and we laugh when the deer falls
hunting's more than just killing for the
food.
Hunting is going on
we are a part of the wilderness
Hunting ist going on
only the fast will survive
Away they
will not get, those four legged
not even the smallest one
we live in the forest here only fast ones live
only strongest will
survive